• alisdaire_ocaoimph 6w


    Deep where springs
    The eternal well
    Of the soul
    In waters deep
    Words are born
    They there swirl
    Till like a salmon
    They jump and fly
    Into the world of men.
    It's here like the caterpillar
    Words cross the grounds
    Of life, of hearts
    Till they grow
    Into butterflies
    To flutter and dance
    Arrayed in splendor
    To bless the moment
    Rearrange our lives
    Or fallen upon empty ears
    They are seen no more.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph