To Authentic, with unquenchable Love...
I had my favorite places to go,
where familiar scents beckoned
and delighted me to my fill.
Right was left, and one day I found a new blossom,
on a hill overlooking the beach
by that lovely little tree,
that lovers have carved up with hearts and promises.
Into the most inviting garden ever found,
oh you were blooming so bright and beautiful.
It was a garden of one, but I couldn’t tell…
because this blossom filled it’s space
with such big vibrant colors…
colors of life, colors of love,
true colors I had never seen.
This little blossom gave splendor and made brighter,
this fluttering butterfly
that’s been carved up by untrue hearts and broken promises
I give to you, and you give to me
so pure and magical it is…
My wings so bright, are brighter than ever
Your bloom so pretty, so prettier than ever
I only guess because I’ve never seen
such beautiful petals, so bright and clean.
I could envy that little tree that stands beside you,
luckily there for your every bloom.
But then again, I see so much
Just fluttering around, just all around.
Glimpse into my open heart,
the very moment I see the tips of your petals
as I float along this beach and up over this hill
just to know who you are to me.
I keep coming back, because I want more
not to take, but more to share.
The sharing that matches my wings to your petals
The kind of sharing that’s so much more…
than carved up hearts and promises
I’ve gone through life a fluttering butterfly,
from flower to flower looking for a familiar scent.
Content as a baby in a mothers arms,
till the perfect one I found, on a lonely green meadow,
under that big old Oak tree.
You had enough sun to keep you happy,
blooming on cue to seasons past.
Happily happy, taking refuge under the shadows,
of that big old Oak tree.
I wanted a taste so indeed I took,
so sweet the taste the purest of nectars I had stumbled upon.
Out of my cocoon I came breaking through,
dancing to the warmth of flight, until now,
not knowing that landing was where my true bliss was found.
If I had my way I’d flap my wings to rid that tree of the leaves you so comfort.
If only to see the deep, vibrant colors of the petals that you hide,
when you’re not blooming, because of seasons past.
It’s too late for me now, I’ve already had a taste,
my wings so bright, are brighter than ever.
See through my eyes and open heart,
the natural beauty that stands before me,
and come out of those shadows that keep you hidden.
But I’m just a butterfly…a beautiful simple butterfly, fighting
that big old Oak tree that you comfort,
that’s more like a swarm of mites,
eating away at the petals that you hide, from seasons present.