Touch The Air
Now touch the air softly,
Step gently, one,
two…
I'll love you till roses
Are robin's-egg blue;
I'll love you till
gravel
Is eaten for bread,
And lemons are orange,
And lavender's
red.
Now touch the air softly,
Swing gently the broom.
I'll love
you till windows
Are all of a room;
And the table is laid,
And the
table is bare,
And the ceiling reposes
On bottomless air.
I'll love
you till Heaven
Rips the stars from his coat,
And the moon rows away
in
A glass-bottomed boat;
And Orion steps down
Like a diver
below,
And Earth is ablaze,
And Ocean aglow.
So touch the air
softly,
and swing the broom high.
We will dust the gray mountains,
And
sweep the blue sky;
And I'll love you as long
As the furrow the
plow,
As However is Ever,
And Ever is Now.
- William Jay Smith