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“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 river below,
And earth is ablaze, and the oceans aglow.

So touch the air softly, and swing the broom high.
We will dust the grey mountains, and sweep the blue sky:
And I’ll love you as long as the furrow the plough,
As however is ever, and ever is now.”

“May this be a day of new beginnings the sun, like a fragrant apple; the summer air,
soft on your hands as the kiss of a child. May berries melt like honey on your tongue.
May your heart rise in wonder at the clouds drifting across the sky.
May the trails under your boots be covered in pine quills, let the leaves rain down
like memories in the autumn of your heart. May the snow beneath your skis
run as fast as watered silk, may the cold air kiss your cheeks, turn them red as summer’s roses.
May the rivers always flow with their unexpected beauty, the first freshets of snowmelt,
the rush of early spring. May you always walk in gladness through whatever path or highway;
may you always walk within the golden circle of your love.”