We are the shared sounds
a thousand butterfly wings beating
changing as seasons move past us
like sepia toned images
of our thousand days of life gone by.
We filter through soundlessly
changing form and space
with the whisper of wind we flow
on gentle breezes we become
a new image of our selves.
We move forward into a new day
colours blend with the backdrop of others
not yet ready for their time to shine
and days get shorter as the cool of tomorrow comes,
the frost will etch the veins of withering leaves.
We will tremble with the moment
as we get swept away to the next waiting stage
to sleep and perhaps to feel within
the awakening of our lifes dream
captured in our beauty
blissfully awaiting it all.