Indeed a son of Earth, and when remembered <br />softly tread beneath the starlit night. <br />And if the soul should soar into heavens clasp <br />we would remember all the more. <br /> <br />Tread softly in this dream of fragile miracles <br />for beneath our feet the stardust speaks. <br />And if we should be inspired to write in praise <br />let there be sunlight in those words <br />to pierce the dreamlike haze. <br /> <br />Humility assumed in dreams, is it the path <br />which above the heavens leads this earthly soul, <br />or a pale reflection of what is found, <br />beyond what we can know?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-means-to-the-end/
