This is a poem or song I found over the internet. I think it's beautiful.
It surrounds me, this breeze, like wind too shy;
I’m waiting for it to get stronger, enough to hold,
as with these wings and wind, I yet cannot fly,
even when I have my life for this sold…
I’m dead but not broken…please cry no more…
Don’t grieve; I just finally managed to flee.
I have finally learnt to fly, and risen above,
Silver butterflies, I’m with them and I’m free.
Picture the moonlight, bathe in it for me,
and do the same to the sun at dawn.
For no longer am I able to go and see.
It’s so dark and down, and I’m gone…
And I get wings; they’re white like snow…
The burdens of living on my shoulders fall,
Look up; there I fly with wind’s shy flow…
I hear no more earth’s desperate call,
And I rise higher, soon touching the skies.
leaving behind all what's foul,
and with me dances the silver butterflies
they are all my joy, they are the light of my soul.
Silver butterflies…fly high to the stars and glory.
Silver butterflies…form your own silver story.
Silver butterflies…the best company.
Silver butterflies…make the perfect courtesy.
 Astral D_W · Fri Dec 28, 2007 @ 10:29pm · 1 Comments |
