Torment in the passing song
Commits my soul to long…to long
For moments past in softer climes,
Where wafting breezes whispered rhymes
And lavender did gift her scent
To soothing minds of harsh lament,
I stroked my hand across her brow
To reassure the calming now.
…Disturbing how they got it wrong
That torment in the passing song.

I am an excellent wine,
Brewed by life,
Bottled by fate.

Running behind it
I went far,
Far than myself
Then, far from myself
I was to be near it,
And if I could run it back
I would humbly do it.

Butterfly heart
With Gossamer wings
Floating in the
Gossamer sky
I see your wings
Extending from
Your heart
Blowing butterfly kisses
To wayward fairies
Who have lost their way
Giving life and flight
To the wings of the night
To that angelic spirit
That consumes your soul
As you extend your wings
And you extend your heart
Fly with me with your
Gossamer wings
As we sail across
The sky together
Sailing through the mist
Sailing through the fog
Carrying all of those
Who are lost in flight
Searching for their wings
But can't quite make it
Off the ground
Searching for that
Angelic light
To uplift and to
Help them soar
Carrying along
On the breeze of life
Butterflies marching together
Marching toward the dawn
As we migrate and move
To a new horizon
An unknown destiny
As we fly together
Sailing along on the breeze
Lets fly together
Lets let our wings
Take flight
Lets fly above
The world
And look down
Looking down
At all of the troubles
Looking down
At all of the strife
Putting it behind
And below us
As we sail together
Into the night sky
Butterfly hearts connected
As we dance together
In the night

(This is for someone very dear to me who is very far away...)

The moon hangs above your head as well.
So lonely and cold,
where life cannot dwell.
You close your eyes and sigh in defeat.
Down a worn out street,
merely shuffling your feet.
If I drilled through the earth and came out in stride,
perhaps you'd be standing by my side.
Worlds apart and yet we feel
the same pain and hunger,
the snake biting our heel...
Mistrust and sadness
more like dwelling in madness
when we want to see a shining face
to burn the darkness from this place.
When I want to fall, I remember your smile.
When I feel alone, I remember your words.
I put my hand up to the wall and I see yours there
but I cannot touch you, or kiss your hair...
I hope those around stop and look.
I hope they notice you.
Those who have eyes with unharmed sight
could stare in wonder, so lovely, so bright...
And blind men who feel your words and listen
can even notice how you glisten...

Fools they are who don't stop to see.
The beautiful butterfly
that is staring at me...