Shoes off, impulsively the tickling of toes on soft grasses
Wandering among the changing guard as summer passes
As if by sentience the remainder will become more vivid
Until the step upon the thorns to interruptions livid

Shoes off, to rub away the painful sting of insurrection
Wondering if somehow now prelude a mere infection
As if the only memory would come about the deepest pain
Until the step into the meadow where remade the petals rain

Shoes off, never to be worn again within the petal path
Wandering among the fallen flowers in the stormy aftermath
As if by chance the eminent of dreams could reappear
Until the step without a doubt moves musically to bring you here

Shoes off, shoes off and lost in toss upon the distant briar snare
Wondering the moments passing softly in the muted colors there
As if the never ending story writes itself before my very eyes
Until the step upon the softly fallen, did I think myself so wise?

Copyright Kkh 9/2/02