Tiptoe through roses

Tiptoe through roses

Shrink from thorns

If you will

It is easy

To cause less than a ripple

Never to leave a mark

Ruffle a feather

Or two

Cause a stir

With reckless abandon.

If you want to

Simply disappear

Let the world pass by

In observation,

Discreetly watching

From a window

Twitching curtains

Holding a breath

Compromising beliefs

To appease

Never to challenge

The order of established

Classification

Systemic validation

Climb or fall

Top to bottom

Side to side

Writing with invisible ink.

Butterflies may

Never sting

Hold a tune

Find their voice

Shout or sing

As they stutter flutter by

But a gasp of admiration

At their appearance

Singles out the difference

A quiet flight can make

When made with grace

In all good conscience

There is only now

To contemplate

Mark the silence

With a kiss

It is easy to miss

Even a slow train as it leaves

The station

Climb on board

Mind the doors

As they close

Take a ride

It may be standing room only

It is a historic

Mystery of a journey

It is life.