remember now

would I need a rose
to remember now the red
or need the rain
to know the mountain stream
would that I surrender
truths I can't explain
would touch be more than touching
or living more than dreamed
a place becomes
the same as frost to winter
as tender blooms
pushed eager to the light
need I not the proof of love
to know that love exists
would morning dawn
without the lust
for night