The whispers of butterflies<BR>Conversing on their lack of concerns<BR>Aimlessly watching life go by<BR>Sometimes..I wish it was so.<P>Love never perishes <BR>or so they say<BR>Unless torn open by a knife of selfishness<BR>Sometimes true, most times not...<P>The problem of pain grows immense<BR>Like the Titans of old<BR>Looming, foreboding<BR>Endless torment is the game played<BR>to be not a pawn conquered<BR>I wish it was so.<P>There's a Gorgon a few miles down the road<BR>Digs at my thoughts, steals what is precious<BR>Rips a ragged hole in my universe<BR>Sometimes there, most times also<BR>If only it would fly away<BR>Leave us alone forever<BR>I wish it was so.<P>Daydreams are life-givers<BR>Hope springs eternal<BR>Medusa, with her serpents,<BR>Arises to meddle<BR>And destroy a perfect image<BR>that plays like a broken record<BR>Of never-ending devotion.<P>A fountain, beautiful to behold<BR>Yet too dry to provide youth<BR>and vigor to the aching soul<BR>I scream in the night!<BR>I want but for a tiny sip.<P>The passion lies in embers...<BR>But, in some form, it remains<BR>To provide comfort to the broken child<BR>Whose Legos lie in a circle<BR>a broken circle, of course..<P>To bring two circles together<BR>to make them into one<BR>A magician's rings..<BR>Someone knows the trick<BR>and attempts to spoil the illusion<BR>Alas, it is reak and beyond discovery<BR>I pray that it is so..<P>She dances in my heart<BR>A ballerina, above reproach<BR>Sparkles like a precious gem<BR>Fulfilling a grand plan<BR>Beyond the knowledge of useless philosophy<BR>She is my gift, not to be returned or discarded.<P>A balloon called Indifference<BR>Floats up into an atmosphere<BR>of constant anguish and bleeding flesh<BR>The Carpenter raises his planer to the branch.<P>Neverending sculpture<BR>The fire burns a broken shard<BR>yet, so many shards lie broken<BR>Time stands still, to say the least.<P>The dance missed a step<BR>Her sparkle's hidden beneath a veil of cool winter<BR>She doesn't run, yet doesn't always remain<BR>The sparkle is still brilliant<BR>Bursting through the black woven web.<P>To feel my love grasp my hand<BR>and teach me to dance a jig<BR>or perhaps a waltz, as lovers do<BR>Intertwined, sharing one another<BR>Giving of every portion of body and soul<BR>With no separation or afterthought.<P>Dust and circumstance,<BR>Loosen your grip<BR>On the heart of my beloved ballerina<BR>For the Carpenter is still the Master Magician<BR>keeping the rings unbroken<BR>Sharing common bonds and goals<BR>I pray that it is so..<P>I will live, we will remain<BR>on our journey mapped out by the Planner<BR>She plants her experienced toes in our garden<BR>My hopes and dreams finding fertile ground<BR>To love her for a lifetime<BR>I know it will be so.<P>
