*Deep in the soul,
where butterflies harbor grief
straight from the heart hence poppies cry
lies the spirit of all those loved. lost
broken wings of decayed flowers
ashes to dust within the mind's spirit
Tears flow through the abysmal depths
drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays
where the grass remained splendor
and the uncaged birds still sang
reminiscing clear waters of recollection
in the equinox of dark moons
stirs the discontent of seasons change
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth
In this whirling disarray of thoughts
wind sweeps the dying leaves away
when autumn's tears are lifted
from their murky depths, reborn
to play amongst the new day's sigh
we never forget the fluttering of loss
we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again
deep from within a sacred place,
where reverie's paradise rekindles
and butterflies never die...*
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
*Deep in the soul,
where butterflies harbor grief
straight from the heart hence poppies cry
lies the spirit of all those loved. lost
broken wings of decayed flowers
ashes to dust within the mind's spirit
Tears flow through the abysmal depths
drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays
where the grass remained splendor
and the uncaged birds still sang
reminiscing clear waters of recollection
in the equinox of dark moons
stirs the discontent of seasons change
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth
In this whirling disarray of thoughts
wind sweeps the dying leaves away
when autumn's tears are lifted
from their murky depths, reborn
to play amongst the new day's sigh
we never forget the fluttering of loss
we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again
deep from within a sacred place,
where reverie's paradise rekindles
and butterflies never die...*
