The sing song tales of yesterday
are flying bits of paper to the wind
the feelings and emotions attached
run deep, but they do rescind
Into the realms of my mind they go
both processed and refined
I am the diamond of God's grind
so better take care of the girl inside
I think I should start, by being kind

May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide  
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade  
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves  
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.

I hear the music of the night, and as the angels  begin to sigh  
the last ribbons of light fall loose across my path
God , vigilant illusionist of all times
as you scry the moon for me tonight, the stars  
align themselves, and the Universe thrums  in solvent time;  
Dios, incarnate flash and glimmer of my soul,  
legionnaire of all mankind, you draw me to your heaven  
as if I were a mere reflection of the stars I see tonight.

Quote: Stretch out your hand, move through me, write with me  

Hand of light has He who lives inside and all around our girth,
And when he touches us we feel like children of the light  
No greater power on earth exists then the radiant beam of Christ
Deliverer of truth and wisdom He's the power behind our every
Step.  A stretch of the hand and the sea calms down a laying of his

Opus works and the world is ours. Speak softly to him for He is your  
Featherweight friend of old, He's a Father full of radiance and gold    

Lift your eyes to him and ask for a sunbeam from his Holy heart
Invite Him into your home and sup with Him at the font of night
Give Him every chance on earth to be part of your life's journey
He is the sunlit One who never stops to radiate love to everyone
Tell Him all your hopes and fears, I assure you, He's the one...

IS IT ME YOUR LOOKING FOR ?

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She sang to me a song forgotten from very long ago
time stood still and I was nine, in the kitchen nook
watching her hands as they rolled the dough
her voice, soft as a summer brook

Fifty years later on my pillow I heard her voice  
neither here nor there, from the house of the dead  
came an echo of our time, she got into my head  
to let me know she knew I had no choice;

I fell asleep to the tune of yesterday's refrain
recalling her feathered golden broach    
A blue moon smiled from the other plane
and bathed me in light like summer rain,  

and while I slept I was overtook  
by a lyrical sound, soft as a summer brook.

Some Cinderella's end up with glass slippers
others inherit breakable petals inside a rose heart
When duty calls most of them query to unanswered prayer
it is no wonder with time, they all become dragon slayers

Some sweep ashes and clean rugs until the day they die
others come to realize they matter and slowly begin to fly
Stage coach dreams bull-whackers and conductors
if they don't break out soon, they will need a doctor

Evil step mothers and brutal step fathers
they all turn out to be dutiful good daughters
some Cinderella's get to go to the ball
some, well they never leave home at all