April 22, 2010
butterflies, dinosaurs, and babies
You leave me
dreaming half-awake after you’ve said goodnight
lost in a day-dream
hearing you speak
of pretty things and what you think is beautiful
in this world we’re all just pretty flowers
stuck in the ground just pretty on the outside
but truly hopeless and thoughtless and unable to move.
But you float above
like a butterfly gliding in the same wind
that I can’t overcome
And I would fight with monsters and men
if the cause was worth dying for
but I don’t have the strength to fly like you.
Flying free of cares
you draw your beauty across the skies
painting them a different shade of blue
the same blue it must have been long ago
when dinosaurs reached that high
with their long necks and used clouds
as pillows to take midday naps.
If only life now were that simple
and we still took naps in the afternoon
like we did when we were kids
Adventurers new to life and its details
all the small shiny objects
that shine less and less the more we learn
the older and colder we grow
with the child inside of us crying
fading farther and farther
until we forget.
But you never forgot
and you help me remember
how it was when everything was a blur
blissful and beautiful
and I want to be there again
floating in the air above green meadows
gliding in the wind, trying to reach the sky.
And I want to fight for that
so there will be no more
babies crying, unsure of time
hopeless and afraid
that one day they’ll be unable to move in the wind
and like grass they’ll be left swaying in the breeze
dreaming of the beautiful things they might never see.
The beautiful things that I see now
as I’m dreaming of you.
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