Butterflies, sweet butterflies
Laughter lighting up their eyes
Now they`ve gone to Paradise
Do they dance and do they play
Upon the stars so far away
Watching o`er the ones who pray
And can they see, or are they blind
Lost to love and humankind
Unconstrained and unconfined
Are they dark or are they fair
With dusky eyes or golden hair
Feathers floating in the air
And do they weep or do they sing
Fly with angels on the wing
Joyously or suffering
For`er to dwell in shining streams
Lost to life and lost in dreams
Lost forever now it seems
Lost in space and lost in time
But not in prose and not in rhyme
Still they dwell in thought sublime
And are they cold or are they warm
Whispering softly through the storm
Quiet now, the born unborn
Round, round and around they go
Backwards, forwards, to and fro
Swinging high and swinging low
Only those who love them know
they live forever in the heart of humanity, for they are it's beating!
Round, round and around they go Backwards, forwards, to and fro Swinging high and swinging low Love this verse. It really depict the children character.
There are eternal thoughts strung and enmeshed infinitely and inexplicably into the day and should from time to time cause us to pause and cautiously think. This is such a concept of love in kind essence. An affirmation not anchored to a temporal source but with an innate timelessness, inherently worthy of our retention. This is one of those beautifully considered, precisely crafted and deftly expanded pieces that will recall one to touch that gentle human essence and its connection to life. Thank you for your writing.
What a precious poem, and that last line- it's sublime..it echoes my own thoughts on the matter. Beautiful write here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful.