If.

If one day I could catch your dreams,
from the varied mists of air,
and weave them into a glowing tapestry.
If one day I could steer your wishes and your hopes
and charter them to fulfilment.
If I could shield you from the leaves of autumn
and shelter you from the winds of winter,
and show you the blooms of spring.
If I could you the silver lining in the clouds,
yet disperse from your sky.
If I could keep you from making the mistakes I see you,
and prevent you from falling headfirst into the well of your own sorrow.
If I could, I'd have to be superhuman.
But I'm not, I'm just me.