By Hamza Nisar Ahamed
Given the choice,
I would be the first ray
that greets your tender azures,
a horizon unseen
surreal it may seem,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the mirror
that you grace every day,
perchance not from your eyes
so that you may realize,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the hand
assuring those glistening locks,
running free across the strands
perhaps stumbling upon a knot or two,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the extinct
that you breathe life into,
hoping everywhen
not for the final ascent,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the breeze
your wings glide upon,
maybe the bough
that you rest upon,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the adornment
of skies you gaze at,
dimly lit at best
dare I break the slumber,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would be the fragment
that you turn into a whole,
story of the shattered
never again told,
a thousand times over
Given the choice,
I would choose you
and I would choose you,
a thousand times over