We move gingerly down the trodden path
step by step
forward motion as eyes only see
the horizon beyond the dream.
Heartless faces gather
in fevered whispers showing no sign
of lips moving
and perhaps it is only the thought
displayed like billboards on ugly faces
that makes the feet move on
just a bit quicker
with no turning back to hear
or see
that which has nothing to do
with me.
Smiling tigers can only kill
if you let them close enough to touch,
so we sidestep into the ether
to drift above the fray of violence
and the sadness that hangs like clouds,
heavy and falling down upon us
and the distance that shows promise
with its meager light glowing,
yet it is still a beam that can be seen
as if waiting for the journey
to come to the end,
to open the door at the stop in the road
and fall into the paradise
of laughter and love,
where light never stops
as long as we let it shine on
within our hearts.
Let the tigers pace their world
for I have found the wings
of a blue butterfly that flirts
with the sweetness of scarlet flowers
and I feel it sway in the soft breeze
as it’s carried beyond view,
I think to myself if only for a moment
wait,
let me come along too,
over the tree and far away
to bounce about on clouds above
wild and free
if only it could be.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 