My Secret Song

Sept 7th, 2009 - 12:48 am

Do you hear it?

Drifting sweetly within the wind, there is a faint melody.

It's quiet but it's there.

It's softness combs the sun-speckled trees and cools the darkened seas.

It sings a ghostly lullaby of promises unkept and whispers of the past.

A silent lullaby.

It is silent because only I can hear it.

And there, among the thorns, blooms a rose of everlasting grace, that is calm and deadly. Deadly to all but one.

The butterfly.

Simple, harmless and beautiful.

It, too, is silent, but paints the picture of hope with thin and delicate brush strokes.

Delicate and peaceful.

Peace, a land not yet embraced by passion or existance, and thus reveals it's essence: dark and undenyably lonely.

And this butterfly holds the secret to this land, to this beautiful darkness of a silent song, to the colors of life and death. To the battle between a tormenter of life and a secret dreamer.

The wonders of a an enchanting cloud;

The serenity of soft skys;

The divinity of a wild rose.

These can all be who I am.

But I have chosen the Silence.

The silence of laughter; of smiles that have already burst; of days already lived; of steps already taken

and of songs already sung.

And there amoung the roses beneath the crimson skies,

there flutters a lonely butterfly carrying the blessing and the curse

of a silent lullaby.

I am a secret dreamer.

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