Soft as the Down of an Angel’s Wing
Soft as the mists on the mountain serene,
Soft as the clouds above rainforests green,
Soft as the wool on the lamb that I stroke,
Soft as the smoke that I toke.
Soft as the dreams of a newly born babe,
Soft as the gleams to an old astrolabe,
Soft as the hiss of mercurial streams,
Soft as the ghost that redeems.
Soft as the glow of harmonious hymns,
Soft as the flow of an acrobat’s limbs,
Soft as the eyes of my wife and my prize,
Soft as the sun as it dies.
Soft as the wash of the sand in the sea,
Soft as the dew on the trunk of the tree,
Soft as the tone of the resonant gong,
Soft as the Mockingbird song.
Soft as the wink of a whispering star,
Soft as the saints in the heaven afar,
Soft as the silks in the city bazaar,
Soft as the gush of a spa.
Soft as the wings of the angelic host,
Soft as the voice of the one I love most,
Soft as the tone of the afternoon sun,
Soft as the rabbits that run.
Soft as the fairy floss out of the bag,
Soft as the dandelion heads as they wag,
Soft as the moss on the mountainous crag,
Soft as the coat of the stag.
Soft as the petticoat frills and their lace,
Soft as the beard on my grandfather’s face,
Soft as the cobwebs that shine in the wind,
Soft as a smile that is grinned.
Soft as the watch of a mother in love,
Soft as the touch of my leathery glove,
Soft as the lights that reflect on the bay,
Soft as the midnight array.
This is the love that I’m keeping for you,
Infinite softness and so very true,
Soft as the ripples that span on the pond,
Oh how I love you so fond.
ADL
adamdaniel 