Leaves from a Ripe Sky
Leaves from a Ripe Sky
Come when the birds are glad about the tall tree
And thoughtful kitten watches from the step with twitching tail
When faraway thunder like a lover’s moan rumbles and the sun beats down unheeding
And the chimes laugh at the rising breeze: come then, and I’ll be waiting, smiling.
In the deepening dark of autumn night; cool and still
Cricketsong shushing through the open windows, moths dancing
In the porchlight, when the sad doves lament
And secret stealthy shadows slink through a world unreal
If then you come I’ll cry
Cling to you and disbelieve
Hide my face in your breast and not sleep
Till morning puts the shapes and colors straight.
Oh but anyway you come I’ll be happy
Against love I have no defense
I have only these few stolen leaves from a ripe sky
To make myself understood
Tomorrow’s tireless call; “Endure”
And the silent part of you that was me.
Come when the birds are glad about the tall tree
And thoughtful kitten watches from the step with twitching tail
When faraway thunder like a lover’s moan rumbles and the sun beats down unheeding
And the chimes laugh at the rising breeze: come then, and I’ll be waiting, smiling.
In the deepening dark of autumn night; cool and still
Cricketsong shushing through the open windows, moths dancing
In the porchlight, when the sad doves lament
And secret stealthy shadows slink through a world unreal
If then you come I’ll cry
Cling to you and disbelieve
Hide my face in your breast and not sleep
Till morning puts the shapes and colors straight.
Oh but anyway you come I’ll be happy
Against love I have no defense
I have only these few stolen leaves from a ripe sky
To make myself understood
Tomorrow’s tireless call; “Endure”
And the silent part of you that was me.