Tread softly
Over the tracks of gentle spring
Come and go quickly
Like the breeze before the storm.
Make not a mark upon this world;
Sail through boundless seas
As larks and thrushes do.
Disappear from the flowering trees
With the incidental meet,
An ivory invitation's worth,
Of muffled May showers.
And enter as the wind
Carressing budding leaves - soft -
Cradling anxious clouds,
Cartwheeling up above
Against the paths
Of geese returning home,
Crying with muted colors.
And then the howling hushes -
Tuned at last -
With soft, almost silent, syncopations.
Tread softly, my love,
Over the tracks of gentle spring.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
Tread softly
Over the tracks of gentle spring
Come and go quickly
Like the breeze before the storm.
Make not a mark upon this world;
Sail through boundless seas
As larks and thrushes do.
Disappear from the flowering trees
With the incidental meet,
An ivory invitation's worth,
Of muffled May showers.
And enter as the wind
Carressing budding leaves - soft -
Cradling anxious clouds,
Cartwheeling up above
Against the paths
Of geese returning home,
Crying with muted colors.
And then the howling hushes -
Tuned at last -
With soft, almost silent, syncopations.
Tread softly, my love,
Over the tracks of gentle spring.