YOU GOT MY HEART RISING, RISING, RISING

for something wonderful in the air

for something new in the air

for something to get across

just for you and/or me too

 

you got my heart rising, rising, rising

running jumping going out on a limb to see me dropping in

the bird bath

hanging long near a leaf making me happy 

to the bright colorful world turning you i grew hair feather'd out

towards my arms bending on

introspective alternative black wings

for a butterfly too far that flys too high

you know you are and i am too reaching the point

like a white butterfly into the returning again many

each Spring each with Summer breeze

submerging deep into our souls what's good

in some way i do see you too

through the fruit jars falls high off

our emotions in a wide sense my poem emerges, it has its place 

it's a fanstastic perspective that guides me

my being in response reminding me

i am having now in my whims here, elsewhere

to live on to let it go i know we were happens

within our feelings trekking high stars

so low and behold i go ask no one

lets look it up to the sky where the planes can go

in old form

i put a lid on getting too cozy in a hole

when it brings nothing seen of an empty room

is it just we're waiting, watching, dieing until

it is aslike when it gets real dark

soon butterflies in the air

the stranger in the garden 

i got me a change off of heart spinning

i will stay and paint here 

meanwhile lifting upon your game go ask

moment by moment in a flash and gone

a book is a book written words

with nothing in it this is how we felt it was good indeed

just so far off to me it seems

like i've read them all seen them all and been

returning with-in my book of emotions too

oh, about grace is it blind, is it then 

just by the sunshine above

nothing is a waste of time flying up, living up 

the creek magnificent pulling on a line out of my pocket

to seek and shall find me to see in a-looking  

in a-crystal in a-colour in cool water clear rising upon

seen in a-candlestick of a-flame relit

in my hat there it is, i thought, it will float up and did

was just nothing more like it

although like a white butterfly

great sweet sunsets by grateful iron

to see it wisely sometimes it's blending on

introspective alternative black wings

the day is tragic, yet i sung 

it is changing on the branch of empty rooms

is it just we're waiting watching dieing untill

it is aslike as when it gets real dark

soon butterflies in the air

the stranger in the garden gotta go to exchange on a gleam

the night is strange magic

for disappearing and reappearing again

 

for something wonderful in the air

for something new in the air

for something to get across

just for you and/or me too

 

like the sun like the moon

like the stars like the sky if for one falling leaf

even if one don't care to shine the other pages will

you included to such dreams supposingly we hold

i will stay and paint here  

pretty little messes

pretty little things

pretty little wings

pretty little chances to be and to see it too

going through sometimes it's thinking on

introspective alternative black wings

of a white butterfly

great blue sunrise looking out

the day is tragic, yet i sung

it is changing on the brance of empty rooms

is it just we're waiting watching dieing until

it is aslike as when it gets real dark

soon butterflies in the air

the stranger in the garden gotta go to exchange on a gleam

the night is strange magic

for disappearing and reappearing again

if i caught on to it without a net

in them beautiful mornings

may break on those paper thin wings abound to go 

moment by moment in a flash and gone

a book is a book written words

with nothing in it just so far off it seems to me

is it blind, is it then, just by the sunshine

nothing is a waste of time

flying up the creek magnificent

seeking for and we shall find to see remembering it

should i pin it down flat out  

should i place it open wings straight up

outwards for life to last

butterfly on your blouse

you got my heart rising, rising, rising 

jumping going out on a limb to see me dropping in

hanging long near a leaf making me happy

to see it wisely sometimes it's blending together on

joy or grief in one leap shades back again

you got my heart rising, rising, rising

jumping going out on a limb to see me dropping in

hanging long near a leaf making me happy

to the bright colorful world turning you grew out

 

for something wonderful in the air

for something new in the air

for something to get across

just for you and/or me too

 

jumping, running on high for a pretty butterfly

in what a shade of yellow

that was to your surprise wouldn't you like to know

my hope will flow aslant lighter

painted black with-in eyes seeing deep

oh, look up in the book

all i am laying on landing on comes down to art

and broken glass with wood splinters

on my fingertips following it across the blue

kisses you on the sad cheek roving about

like the wind softly going pass and it was fast

just can't end like this

and it does over grounds lost and found again 

Winter changes everything 

cutting clear down that hurts now i am after

the long walk home sometimes it's sending on

introspective alternative black wings

of a white butterfly

great blue sunset gratify

the day is tragic, yet i sung something

it is changing on the branch of empty rooms

is it just we're waiting watching dieing untill

it is aslike when it gets real dark

soon butterflies in the air

the stranger in the garden gotta go to exchange on a gleam

the night is strange magic

for disappearing and reappearing again

way out there you and i matter though blackened

by what we don't know even without those falling stars

i can go flutter on towards the ear, eye i'm in

for another change or nothing at all

for another chance someway come towards in my arms on

introspective alternative black wings

of a white butterfly to see

great blue sunrise looking out

in the beautiful mornings

is to always try and do through 

all in the same everything and that is not a feeling 

going through something

i am on the ragged edge

joyous your cookie won't crumble

joyous your cookie will bounce

my temperance still calm by the stove

existence, embrace the chase, oh, to linger awhile

in the same line i thought i stay longer

i will stay and paint here

in the romantic love of the trace there

takes all of it away 

at once how about you 

 

 

for something wonderful in the air

for something new in the air

for something to get across

just for you and/or me