Saturday, 29 August 2009

Butterfly Song

I am butterfly
Watch me as I ride the sky
On delicate majestic wings
Wind behind me gentle sings
Fly on you lovely thing!

I'm watching the flickering trees
As I pass by on the breeze
Sunshine on my silky wings
I'm warming, transforming
Transporting my dreams

Maybe this new direction is taking me
To a pretty place, where I would rather be


Everybody stops to see
The something lovely that just flew in
Can she be real?
Oh, I've got them wondering!

I'm going to fly before my colours fade
Because flying is what I do, and why I was made
If the wind gets stronger, don't fret for me
Travelling this sky is where I'm meant to be

I am butterfly
Just passing through, just passing by
One short season to live before I die

So I'm going to shine
I'm going shine
I'm going to shine!

Lightening

Orange cloud flash
Soft mauve white
Crocked lines
Diamond white

Jagged still frames on
Blackout night

Energised electric sky
Reflected in my wide stare eye
With respect I watch her strike
With her neon cordless knife

Gold

The sea lay
Scattered with moving light
Vibrating in all directions
Aimlessly swarming
In its own eternal pattern

Like a million gold watches, she thought
Catching the light
Catching my eye
A reminder of this fortune
This moment of precious time

An eighteen carat link
In the chain of life

Kitten

Kitten licks her claws
No longer smitten
She washed her coat
A hundred times, since he stroked her

In her hair she wears diamonds
In her eyes
Light reflects the sky
That lies wide open

Kitten flicks her ears
No longer hears his words
Or the silences he spoke
Like lies

In her lair she resides
She is the bride
Of new-born dreams

That she is living in
That she is living out

Soul Bird

Soul bird flies free
Attached to only me


She flies higher
Aiming for her hearts desire

She whispers to me
Gentle as a breeze
"I'm free, I'm free"

And I am pleased beyond measure
And carry a feather with me
To remember how

She is free
And how she is part of me

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Flow

A woman syncronised
With moon and tides
Easily she plays

In the ebb and flow of life
On big and small waves she rides

The heavens know
They watch her flow
She is alive

Blue

Blue
A colour constant
Ever true

Doesnt shout like red or black
Needs no defence
Has no attack

Waves of sea and sky
Blue drifts by

Tuesday, 18 August 2009