The Butterfly


A butterfly begins its life crawling.

Then lives in darkness, cocooned away.

But it’s in the darkness it grows its wings

And becomes the magic we all have seen

From crawling to dancing in the wind…

We, too, can achieve such a beautiful thing.

And so I did….

I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have veered towards paved roads
safe and well kept
yet so easy to get lost.

And so I did. Lost I am.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have packed my bag heavy
carrying it without complaint
walking down that paved road
with eyes to the painted horizon.

And so I continue. Looking to that painted Horizon.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

I have accepted a new vision
one that keeps my feet planted
like a tree only to enjoy the breeze

And so I did. Said goodbye to my dreams.
I have let dreams be dreams
Out of my line of vision
flying too high to grasp.

The Woman

The giver, the keeper, the glue.
The Woman
The sensuous, the lover, the companion.
The Woman
The rock, the tree, the river
The Woman
The voice, the solitude, the anguish
The Woman
The wrath, the war, the peace
The Woman
The depth, the pleasure, the pain
The Woman
The sun, the moon, the star
The Woman
The birth, the life, the death
The Woman