Now Touch The Air Softly

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.