Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Stir of Butterflies

A silent’s storm
Upgrowing roar

From troubles not
Torque flame my heart

That I may climb on feathered wings
And let the wind blow strong
May it blast me into heavens
Or tear me apart

I be the makings of art

Wonderous and Tundrous
Where life's gaze eyes gauge

Paralysis of marvel
When strong things touch the ceiling
And we float off the roof
To lightness infuse

1 comment:

Man Over Board said...

Had to stop by to get my relaxation in for today. Your site is so peaceful, thanks