Butterflies Are Free
Drinking to the promises of tomorrow
toasting the dreams of forever,
hope springs eternal
in the fountain of ever after
yet, being here with you
understanding your fears,
tears of past promises
and tokens of broken dreams,
takes me back to haunts of yesterday
memories clocking in
with the second hand of time
ticking, somehow not moving,
when great expectations
flew high,
but ran on empty.
"Enter At Your Own Risk"
the corridors of love's heart
the chamber of lost soul's
"Warning"
seek shelter in the freedom of walls
No regrets
well maybe, just a few
yet, looking at you
imparts backyard memories
a time when butterflies,
were truly free.
© BRIAN GLENN 3-3-04
i am so
very gald
that u wrote
this poem :*)