Butterflies

I get moths, I live on the 7th floor, so I get moths... lots of them...

But today, as I came home, turned on my computer, threw the latest downloaded music in the player and went on my balcony to water my plants, there was a butterfly on the edge of one pot...
A beautiful one, dark but with an array of colors.

It flapped its wings a bit as I approached, and then flew away, and went really high up...

So I remembered this tiny poem I had scribbled a while back. I pulled out the notebook that was safeguarding it and sat there smiling as I read words that described quite a few things that had just happened in my head, as I watched the butterfly take flight...

Then The Irrepressibles'  Not Mine (Northern Crush Mix) began playing...
and I dunno why it felt like a nice counter companion to the poem... I wasn't paying attention to the lyrics, but the repetitive beat/sequence/vocals in the music got me to rework the poem... I finished it as the song ended... took more or less 6 minutes...

voilà

oh and the very talented Hisham Assaad was inspired to create this beauty, using my gibberish...
i love it...
(poem below the art)

Butterflies:

Let’s draw butterflies again

And hang them on the wall

Let’s draw butterflies again

Cut them out and let them loose

Maybe they can go someplace real,

Higher

Let’s draw butterflies again

With beautiful beautiful colors

Let’s draw butterflies again

All over our faces

Wave our hands to guide our dances

Farther

Let’s dance again

Above the dangerous rocks

Let’s dance again

And have the wind in our eyes

Take us higher and higher

Where we can never get tired