the butterflies

 

soft wings

gentle breeze

carry us

away . . .

 

away for now

and

maybe forever

for we may not

stay.

 

INto another dimension we float

from here to there

we may pass.

 

for until you realize

the gift of life

our lives (and yours)

may not last.

 

the light may stay

it is your choice

what will you do with IT?

it the choice

it the life

it or what

do sit

 

upon the throne

that is this earth

and

can be overtaken

 

if you take it

-the it of choice-

and

choose to BE

A W A K E N E D.

 


from the soft-winged ones <3