Step lightly over crumpled memories

no need ~ to crush 'neath hurried feet,

for there were many times to treasure

before the times our minds would meet.

Whisper thoughts in  gentle spirals

to nowhere but in windmill's wings

where only feathered feeling find

the breeze that kindest thinking brings.

Take offered hand in friendship ~ and

step into moonbeams passing by

but, never let us fade as shadows

when we could last ~ until we die. 

 

 

(c) Zy Dec "08