on queue…

eyes glazed
no tears
can break free
of the pain within
coursing its way
from the heart
into every pore
and fiber
that time
has given
and now
takes away
with such
agility
that one
would suppose
that life had just begun
not reached its end
winding down
like a broken toy
cast aside
long ago
on society’s
side streets
of existence
forced to wait
in line
for eternal
peace

the toy…

 

inside
the box
flying above
a cascading
waterfall
complete
with
electronic sounds
of crescendoing water
flew a butterfly
one
without wings
because flight
isn’t
dependent
upon wings
but
the
soul