there was once a beautiful butterfly,
it would flutter its perfectly patterned,
wings high in the blue open sky.
every other butterfly would cry out,
The moon still shines like that of ages old,
holding distant secrets like a tale yet to be told,
The sun in all its blinding beauty continues to lend us its rays,
enriching us with memories of those blisfull youthspent days.
My dad used to say
Back in my distant day,
When we were teenagers
We were being trained to kill
in warm oblivious solitude,
night forever came,
fading vibrations dimmed,
our lives would never be the same.
Distanced by dreams,
of yesteryears life,
Days come and go,
like a waves short life.