choice words...

but as with "On a Mountain Pass" I feel you stretching and contorting too much for rhyme. Why do you do it to yourself?

Look what happens if you combine it into rhyming couplets with internal rhyme. It gives you the freedom to edit more freely for meter and not stretch so often, perhaps even combine the stanzas more meaningfully.-

Choice Words

Can you dream up a wind, or be seen by a sound ?,
Does your heart count it’s beats ?, is that which is not, ever found.

Strange though they seem, these questions are asked,
From the depth of a dream, with a fact that is tasked.

Will the willow stop bending, be the straightest of trees ?,
Is there no happy ending ?, though we try to appease

Can you ask of a child, what is not known to man ?,
Do young minds remain wild, while ours work to a plan ?

I go on with my questions, into the deepest of night,
Asking only good intensions, percolate through my site

So then, do we accept, that the universe isn’t small,
Could worms ever expect, to become incredibly tall ?

I know you maybe tired, with my questions on faith,
But it’s habit I acquired, feels as natural as breath

See how can you truly believe, in that which will never be seen ?,
We know the power to deceive, has forever and always been

So I’ll ask of you now, then I won’t ever ask again,
can we acquire an honest vow, to share all that we gain

That the hungry can feed, and the thirsty can drink,
To fulfil this basic need, is easier than you think

Can we fly to the moon, send flying ships to mars ?,
Would we reach the poor sooner, if they lived on the stars ?

Riveting rhetoric flows freely, from one who has so far failed,
But I know if I remain steely, I’ll get this one nailed.

Can you find comfort in your conscience, with all you see and read ?,
Think, can you make a difference ?, If you order those in charge, to lead

Stop thinking of themselves, forget about their greed,
Take the bloody food from the shelves, and give it to those who need

So I charge you dear friend, when you rise from your seat,
Gear up your rear end, race onto the street

Tell whoever that will listen, to your subtle honest voice,
There’s a lot that were missing, we must make a proper choice

See? What were line breaks are now caesuras, which can be enjoined with impunity, giving the poem more freedom and flow. Forgive my presumption, I hope this helps, just trying to open it up a bit for you.