Its both odd and delightful
In a most bemusing sort of way,
To watch from a distance
From beyond that next thrill,
I know springtime has passed
But those butterflies still linger
With a chuckle, I nod and agree
For I understand perfectly their fascination ...

In this world that's grown cold and callous
Eyes to the floor as we pass in the halls,
With seldom a glance or a nod
Our lives get so busy
We forget to say, 'hi'
Or notice a hopeful heart in the midst
Of our madness,
As we stumble from one day to the next,
Each one meshing until there's no difference
Landscape blends into more of the same ...

Then, there's you
With a soul that's still tender
and words that could make an angel cry,
Your star shines so bright, bold and daring
Quite the recipe for love,
Dreams around those pillows at night
and hope finds a way to those
butterflies who linger,
Who can blame them? ...

I fold up my chair and walk back to my castle
The one in the clouds far above,
No one can reach me
No one can find me
For I live in the distance
Beyond that next thrill,
Where I'm safe from all hurt and disappointment,
My name is tomorrow
and I'll never be here ...

09/06/2006

Posted on 12/04/2006
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