"Cometh the Butterfly"

Teddington, June 2004.



The sky became heavy, less in their dreams,
The air that they breathe had set solid it seems.
Where once there were clouds all white and bright,
Now replaced by rocks disturbing their flight,
Of freedom & space for your friends of the wing,
Where nothing can fly & be free & sing.
These lands were once rife with the fluttering by,
Of tiny bodies dancing to please your eye,
For their time in the air, these innocent beings,
Have all but died, gasping with meaning,
All before them has decided that black,
Is better for them as they find their way back,
To a land of Love and laughter & smiles,
Colourful, radiant & covered in miles,
Of sky that befriends them & sees them well,
In a blanket of warmth & of fragrance to smell,
To remind them where home is, their living places,
Where tears run happy down over their faces.
A place they are free & unburdened with weight,
An earth with no fences, no locks, no gate.
No rocks to be seen nor sky covered dark,
Where butterflies dance for you, fly free in the park.



Jason






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