Butterflies play in miniature
forests am I'mid o I'm ofgiant footsteps,
engulfed by the breeze
that is as faint as a fading promise
while on a tour to bid us farewell.
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Butterflies play in miniature
forests am I'mid o I'm ofgiant footsteps,
engulfed by the breeze
that is as faint as a fading promise
while on a tour to bid us farewell.
a flat thin mattress and even the tiny ridges
on the wall beg for freedom.
Time and wealth may slip through my
fingers like grains of sand.
Yet, the dwindling is rarely noticed
unless meandering in limbo.
A volatile storm called passion may
come and go but the tail winds will
bring ease to the pain.
My heart is the only vessel that has been
enslaved. As I watched the pace of distant
traffic from a window etched in
more than just glass, I still
dream of you in thoughts of pleasure
and life is instantly grand.
I am still in the process of counting
the bricks on the wall but the
tiny ridges are infinite and the
latter tally appears to be an
insurmountable feat.
Conversations echo at odd
hours and late nights merge into
early mornings. Faucets drip and
the steady cadence is therapeutic.
I stare into oblivion while draped
by a shroud as I contemplate the
divested times. Cold metal is
reminiscent of a heart, lost in
the midst of winter
to only be revived by a strangers warmth,
I AM STILL ALIVE!
Shades that range from a transparent
pink to a smoldering inferno, exists for
only one purpose; the display of grandeur
is a provisional beacon of hope.
The sky is a sea that is as vivid as a
dream while occupied by the islands
that float. Dusk is nigh as the darkness
of night descends from afar
rendering the stage to a crescent
moon and stars.
A Bridge will connect us,
a wall will separate us.
So, which one are you
trying to build?
A world exists beyond
these gates and that is
where my heart belongs.
Hours pass. So does light.
Trains and cars do as well.
Dreams stay behind the
lids of hopeful eyes
while prancing in the
darkness of a placid night.
A Bridge will connect us,
a wall will separate us.
So, which one are you
trying to build?