Step but quietly
Upon your path
Each road you travel
Every home you pass
Each mirrored gaze
Every dream you dream
Is but a butterfly
In a gentle breeze.
Your voice it soothes
On angry days
In velvet tones
In calming waves
Each falling droplet
Of Summer rain
Which forms a mist
That softly lays.
Its weary head
Upon a carpet green
A distant meadow
Locked in dream
A fairytale
A wanton kiss
In moments lost
These things to miss.