Apr 2015
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Amidst the changing scenery
as faces come and go
Names reflect the differences
of those we’ve come to know
Along a winding avenue
where store fronts sell their wares
Traffic lights of red and green
change too among the stares
Where sunshine breaks the foggy mist
and clear as any bell
A ringing forms about my ears,
a song I know so well
I look around and hope I see
this beauty I desire
A butterfly upon the wind
keeps soaring ever higher
And as I reach to grab a hold
with wings of pastel gleam
She flutters just beyond my reach
as if some kind of dream
I hang my head in misery,
another wasted day
The love that I was longing for
has somehow got away
Clouds now build in grey design
my smile has run aground
Happiness is not on sale
not anywhere I’ve found
Now trudging narrow sidewalks
quite keen to every crack
My focus finds a forward view
I just can not look back
When there upon the door step
these tear filled eyes they spy
Waiting near the welcome mat
my perfect butterfly
And suddenly the bluest skies
appear high up above
This day might not be bad at all
*I’ve found my one true love
Amidst the changing scenery
as faces come and go
Names reflect the differences
of those we’ve come to know
Along a winding avenue
where store fronts sell their wares
Traffic lights of red and green
change too among the stares
Where sunshine breaks the foggy mist
and clear as any bell
A ringing forms about my ears,
a song I know so well
I look around and hope I see
this beauty I desire
A butterfly upon the wind
keeps soaring ever higher
And as I reach to grab a hold
with wings of pastel gleam
She flutters just beyond my reach
as if some kind of dream
I hang my head in misery,
another wasted day
The love that I was longing for
has somehow got away
Clouds now build in grey design
my smile has run aground
Happiness is not on sale
not anywhere I’ve found
Now trudging narrow sidewalks
quite keen to every crack
My focus finds a forward view
I just can not look back
When there upon the door step
these tear filled eyes they spy
Waiting near the welcome mat
my perfect butterfly
And suddenly the bluest skies
appear high up above
This day might not be bad at all
*I’ve found my one true love
