Chasing Butterflies

I am a child running through an open meadow
The sunlight dances upon my curls,
the grass tickles me around the legs and arms
My laughter rings out,
joining the sounds of warm summer

Here I go, chasing this way, darting that
following a butterfly
eluding my grasp
We play this game of tag
though it seems I've been "it" forever

She alights on a blossom-laden branch
and rests awhile
Here is my chance for victory
Slowly, ever so slowly I pace towards her
Snap! a branch breaks under my careful foot
and away she flies

No fear! challenge makes the reward more sought after
Resuming the chase, I dance and jump
then stop and drink in my surroundings
The warm sun, the cool breeze,
a meadow lark calling for a friend

The butterfly takes an opportunity to rest
Still within sight, I lay in the long, cool grass
looking at the clouds;
the big fluffy kind that become shapes in my mind
I find peace in this moment

Light as a whisper, the butterfly finds a new landing place
seated on my outstretched hand
I cautiously bring her closer
with motions smooth and delicate I examine her beauty

She came to me when I was at rest
and took a chance in trusting me to care for her
A bond is formed somewhere deep within us both
Satisfied, she takes to the air once more
I stand, and our journey begins
Together.

June 9, 2007

Rambling Shambles

What a blasted conundrum I've found myself in
over a series of events,
some rather unfortunate of late,
I have been hurt
and become very confused.

Seeking counsel of others
asking them to fix this problem
and recieving different solutions.

Solutions to this equation are more often
than not
easier to talk about
than to put in to practice.

For example, "Just stop"
very wise words
though seemingly impossible to start.

How does one 'Just stop'
just put an end to
or give up on something
that began so long ago?

The goodness of stopping,
would benefit in self preservation,
but what of the others involved?

That's only one option of course,
although probably one of the most sensible
it's the one which will take the most
discipline and warring prayers.

Another way is to continue in love,
which, at the moment, is one sided
and causing me to be hurt.

My love won't ever stop,
but the efforts I've been putting forth
must
for I must also guard my heart above all else.

So this blasted conundrum I've found myself in,
has no easy answer
and I must deal with the choice I make.

May 25, 2007

Travelling the Road Called Life

So many people
travelling on the road of life
with busy schedules and agendas
dictating their every step
occasionally meeting another on the path
with time enough to chat
leaving their mark on the other's life
without time enough to clean up the shadows
we fear getting too close
for fear of getting hurt
and fear of the others finding who we really are
so we continue on our way
quickly side-stepping around intimacies
putting forth the accepted formalities
not realizing that there may have been one
in desperate need of a shared intimacy
who may have only needed a smile, a touch
or a shoulder to cry on
would it have been so hard
to share a bit more time?
Time is money, and we choose to spend it
not sharing freely
and so there are those out there
travelling alone and hurting
becoming victims of their own demise
leaving crosses along the roadside
which are duly noted
and then passed by
what will it take to offer hope to the ones still travelling?
We've become cynical and jaded
thinking others expect to get something for themselves
everytime they offer generosity with a genuine heart
we push them away
and walk away with our backs turned
carrying our wounds with us
passing by the ones who've met a dead end
not imparting wisdom to those at a fork in the road
we must realize the most important thing
this a shared journey
we are not alone
Dear traveller on this road called life
you are not alone
reach out to someone
and you may find
they were in need of someone too

May 19, 2007

Trust

You had it
you built it
you stretched it
to the border's limit
You tested it
you abused it
you took it
completely for granted
You used it
you twisted it
you manipulated it
for your own purposes
You had it
you lost it
you want it
but can't have it back

May 7, 2007

Sunny Skies And Days Gone By

Where have all the children gone?
There are only remnants and faint clues
of the happiness and frivolity
that once colored these crowded streets

Now everyone rushes about
too busy to stop in for coffee
with too many projects and deadlines
to make time for a day in the sun

The innocence has been lost
hearts hardened as reality sank its teeth in
leaving the mark of regret
dreams forgotten for the sake of the corporate ladder

Soft traces of originality can yet be seen
though few make it past the assembly line
beat out by enhancements to economy's pockets
which themselves have holes and hands reaching in

Where are the children? you ask
They followed the sunny skies
untainted by corruption and deceit
leaving in their wake wishes for days gone by

April 26, 2007

Cashmere and Lace

Set the scene, dim the lights
the show is about to start
Open the curtains, quiet now, watch
a child dances and flits
carelessly across the stage
She trips and misses a step
crashing to the floor
the dress was too long, not made for her
The Prop Master walks onto the stage
carrying in his arms a gown
of soft cashmere and lace
They exchange costumes
a perfect fit
As she begins her dance again,
her hair becomes unpinned
loose curls flowing freely
The dance is beautiful
she dances no longer for the crowded audience
but as herself
for an audience of One

April 12, 2007

Lift the Veil

Child, you are beautiful
You are my bride
perfect, without spot or blemish
My arms are open
welcoming you to my presence
There is no shame
no veil that covers you
Come and meet with me

March 24, 2007