Monday, February 17, 2020

Metamorphosis

I swim in this river
a bouquet of tulips at full bloom
as pink as the innocence of childhood
slowly shrivels, then sprouts
all at once, once for all
a fountain of starry glitter
it's raining, it's raining
a deluge onto my fuming soul
an inspiration to quell the night
mingle in the bright
while those two fireflies burst into the light
a cathartic sight

And now who are we but lovers
an artist, a dreamer, a believer
we are the world, yet what is the world
when we are but a pair among many
the stills of the sea, now rise
into a gigantic wave of reason
the roar of the ocean, it cries
treason, your majesty, treason
yet, let me ask, with all honesty
sprinkled with lots of sincerity
but before that, let me hide behind my dignity
again, and again, and again
until our hearts are in affinity
now, let me ponder with you by my side
wonder and wonder, by truth's raging tides
will we still be butterflies in the sea
once the river dries, and sets us all free?

Let us dance on this floor of wavy blue
for this life is just too good to be true
every single day my heart is in rue
a rhetorical question, "who are you?"

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