DREAM A BUTTERFLY IN A WINTER WOOD

“When it is the most beautiful,

it is the time to leave … “ - Zeit Zu Gehen

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC9n61K9_4w

ZEIT ZU GEHEN – MELISSA

 

You bring me to my knees

tears spring from a deep forgotten well

like a waterfall the torrent crashes

like waves at speed hit the stones upon a broken spell

the light is brighter now shining between the cracks

the splits that opened up old wounds and bled

blood-red crimson tides are washed

upon rock-filled shores where temptation found and led

me to another world running parallel to mine

my feet barely touched the ground

I tumbled down like Alice through the rabbit hole

and time and space were nothing compared to what I found

fragile like a china doll shaken to my core

I lived among a generational gap

I belonged to no-one; to no time and there was only ever you

I am a clown; I am a nomad where my tears overlap

the desert sands of time fall through

slip between my fingers and my toes

nothing touches or vexes me

I am beyond all things; I am beyond all woes

I look around and find the empty space

where once you occupied a place within my heart

I touch the ground where once you walked

the imprints of your soles fading now as you depart

I am lost to your world and nowhere near the next

trapped between floors in a high-rise flat

the alarm bells do not ring and no-one comes

I am left here with my thoughts; I will be just another stat

I see the column now;

printed words with faded typeface

shredded yellowing paper blows like tumble weed

double yellows; no parking here in this forsaken place

and on the wind I hear a whisper

I imagine I hear my name

the faintest sound beyond the vespers

do they chime for me; am I alive; am I the same

I hear the beating of my heart

I feel the gentle touch of caring hands

at last I feel the comforting love

that warms me through and shifting sands

have brought me home; a place where I am found

and set me down on this most holy ground

I am alive;

I am alive

I am

I … a drifting weightless butterfly

even as I whisper

goodbye

goodbye …

perchance to dream within a Winter wood

where the trees and breeze have always understood

the ways that sway

and time delays

that waking moment

awakening in me now

I vow

to always hope

to always dream

to always wish

that nothing is ever as bad as first it seems

no nothing

for even in the emptiness

and even in the silence

there is something

a gravitational pull

that brings me back

back to

you.

 

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Happy Weekend, dear Friends!! Happy dreaming of butterflies in Winter woods ... <3

 

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