Gaudy Butterfies At Dawn Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I need you like air, i go searchng for you as i sing, walking through the valley

How i miss those smiles, that charm

memory is all i have left

Gone is the excitement, that reason for being
That liric song i hear from you

All claims that all is well

It works like clockwork the white dial reveals

the mater is in the lap of the gods

Their descicion is final whilst pan plays on the flute

The map, the areas that are helpfull

I know what i want anyway

just happyness unbridaled horse pulling a cart

Ater all the events, locations burst of winds, flaggs waving in the wind

Demanding love, as the dayly food, but all i get is walls, i suffer

Over the barriers there must be a treasure of rubies, emeralds, topazes, saphires

i trully know the difference between love and hate, allthough you make me sufer it is to purify

I know indiference, and limbo the worst abbys, in the snow peaked mountains the goat is happy

And the running brook, the rest of the poey, reveals all the secrets, unashamedly happy,

Knowing good from evil and prepared to defend it with the sword, some go to hell the good go to eden

Although ordinary life is leasurely and inefective the arms of love are allways employed, bidding me this bidding me that

there are so many thorns and so few roses to be found, allthough we desire, and that becomes a obsession

Gods ways are delineated in so many ways, and coincidence, well it dosent exist

Obsession has no evidence to suport it

god reveals and speaks through many vesels

Better be the ink not the book, the ink that flows, ethereally

Surelly a life based on evidence has foundation, and is subsecuently more fruitfull