Tuesday, February 23, 2016

.fly high butterfly.

It felt like spring time on this February morning
In a courtyard birds were singing your praise
I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
I carried them with me today...

I wonder why I feel so high
Though I am not above the sorrow
Heavy hearted
Till you call my name
And it sounds like church bells
Or the whistle of a train
On a summer evening
I'll run to meet you
Barefoot, barely breathing

Like a flower I need the rain
Though it's not clear to me
Every season has it's change
And I will see you
When the sun comes out again