Behold
Behold the wonder of a sweet smile
the sunshine of the Gods
and the twilight of a fading life
no more are the tears--of pain.
Awake
Awake to a dream of fancy
where the lullabys are soft
and the realities of the deep wounds
shimmer and mingle into our deepest pasts.
Dread
Don't you feel a dread too?
The scents of a barren land
seeth into the webs of beauty
and I breathe,still smiling--sweetly.
Dance
Dance to a tune of a distant festival
and the glory of our spirits
drift into the flowing rivers
awash with the freshness of a start.
And then when it comes to it all
it's all a great circle
the endless rivers,the ceaseless murmer
the golden memories,and falling butterflies
wings torn,and yet they look into the sky
to fly,to not die---to smile
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Aren't we all falling butterflies.?
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3 comments:
Ash, very well woven words. I like your write-ups, keep em flowing.
just making an acronym of Behold Awake Dread n Dance---incidentally gets to bad with an emphasis on D just a juvenile observation ash---beautifuly written:)
forgot to sign the above post :(------classy
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