Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
With colourful wings, coy
Spread out in joy,
The butterfly, he swims,
through the sky,
Rests a bit on each petal that he fancies,
then begins another fly.
As the seasons change,
he disappears into a shell,
Come out he will, in visible range,
When spring rings to him a bell.
~Lorraine, beautiful words from you inspired me to put something together.... ah, bless the butterfly and thank the poet who puts melody in his moves....
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-07-2000).]