If I return to you, I will remember
my life before the mountain and fall,
The house I left to enter,
And the strength of your call.
If I return to you, I will linger
to smooth down your wings
With the tips of my fingers,
Until we touch the morning.
If I return to you, I will lie
In the warm curve created for me
Like a question mark beside
The parenthesis of your body.
If I return to you, I will begin
Where our journey had died.
I will come to the end
of my dreams and open my eyes.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
I love this – caught up immediately with the first few lines. Just wonderful. – Kathleen