I’m dreaming of a butterfly,
Pure white.
And all it desires is freedom,
Carved deep in its soul.
So why should we lock them in a cage,
And think we need to fix their broken wings?
Butterfly
Tag: Nature
Behind my curtains
How does it feel to know
That the sun will rise again
Tomorrow, it’ll be there
And maybe the day after
When maybe I won’t wake to see
The light through the curtains
Just maybe, I don’t want to wake to see,
That sun behind my curtains
Never be the same
It’s strange to think
Just the sound of your voice
Or the mentioning of your name
The colour of your shirt
And the way you say my name
Can put my world on hold,
It’ll never be the same
Fleeting
You ask why the sun rises every morning,
And why rain falls after a long day.
You ask why the leaves have to fall in autumn,
And the flowers bloom in spring.
I’ll tell you, it is to remind us of the passage of time.
Then one day I’ll ask,
That even so,
Even with the fragility and impermanence of life,
Why do human feelings,
Have to be so fleeting?
For you and me
There’s a blue sea out there for you and me.
There are cold crashing waves and warm soothing shores,
Out there for you and me.
The cry of morning seagulls, and the howling of the bittersweet wind,
Comes the calm after the storm,
For you and me.
There will be many more seas and many more waves,
Many more moments just waiting and just hesitating,
So won’t you give me an excuse,
For you and me.
The human face
There is something about the human face.
Something about microexpressions and small cues,
Of sharp changes and subtle remarks.
There is something so gravitating –
How easily a face changes,
Slow curves and dips formed over time.
There is something that I cannot describe –
Where eyes follow and stare,
And remains captivating even after all this time.
That song
Can you hear that song far, far away?
The words that flow smoother than the deepest ocean
Glitters like jewels far, far away.
Can you hear that song in my heart?
The sounds that are more sincere than my shaking voice,
A rhythm beneath our fingertips.
Words that form ripples
Embracing the shores –
That song, far, far away.
Beautiful sea
Oh beautiful sea,
You move at ease, so free.
Deep and boding,
Could you accept this plea?
Wondrous sea,
You who will remain even when I’m gone,
Lonely and fond,
Can you hear me?
My small sea.
Blue
Today the sky is blue,
The trees grow lush, carved around the break of humanity.
The sea show sparkling jewels, buried deep where we cannot find.
The flowers bloom, scattered on the pathway to the sun.
It’s so beautiful, so blue
So I can’t help, but think of you.
Summer rain
And the summer rain that falls,
Falls softly on your face.
And it falls, falls and falls
Onto your fingertips,
And onto your heels.
The shadow that hides the tiredness in your eyes,
The weakness in your smile,
And yet I feel to feel that there is nothing more beautiful,
Than basking in the curves of your lips,
A hand holding you, precious, sinking into your hips.
