"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The Butterfly Ring.

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
Sprout them and take Wing,
take Me back to Him,
upon your Stainless Steel back.

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
How high can you Sing?
Do you think He can hear you,
can He hear Me,
Crying for Him?

Butterfly Ring, butterfly ring.
I Clutch at you, and
the Chain from which You hang.
And I Pray, and Hope, and Scream
for Fear that He
Forgets Me.

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Yay for randoms blurbs of inspiration that make no sense, even to me! I actually like this one, even though I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here.

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