If…

If people had wings
With feathers of white
Overhead, they would fly
Looking down from above
Seeking things only dreamers may find

If artists were kings
And they should be, in right
They would ponder "why?"
Answering with strokes of pure love
In embraces only lovers may bind

If the harper who sings
Found true peace in light
Counting sunbeams in the sky
If he found a dove
He would realize true peace was in mind...