Come Softly
When the world's too crystal clear
It's softened by the mist,
The borders have come near,
The simple earth by heaven kissed.
Like gauze over the camera's lens,
Or through a veil of tears,
The softened edge defends
Our tender eyes, and comforts fears.
And as I wake or fall asleep
The tenderness is there,
The water isn't deep,
And thoughts are like the misty air.
Why then chase the mists away,
Insisting on precise?
Bravely holding love at bay
To walk upon cut glass and ice