Questions Unanswered

Were my arms long enough
And she a distant star
Would I reach out
To pluck her
From the cold heavens
To embrace her once more
As in days as forgotten
As vibrant spring
Searing summer
Brilliant autumn
Or colorless winter?

Were my heart soft enough

And she a drifting sojourner
Would I offer her
Safe lodging
For a chill night
And lightening streaked skies?

Were I true enough

Would I turn around
To search for her
Knowing the futility
Of unwinding years
Peeling away
The truth and the lies
Common to love
And lost hearts?