Really very beautiful. Kind sadness and beautiful imagery.
I speak to you on a morning in October Far away/wayward daughter to fading mother Love and guilt coursing through my veins in equal parts How can I have strayed A thousand miles and thirty years away Now that your mind has atrophied Time twisting in sweet disordered spirals You still know my voice I drive through a balmy October day Loving you, sadness shadowing me When I am suddenly distracted by fluttering clouds A migration of monarch butterflies Dancing lazily through the air en route to Mexico Masses of orange and black As disordered and fanciful as your mind They will only come to rest when then they settle On the bark of oyamel trees I know that half of the butterflies will die Before their springtime return to Canada You too will be gone before the spring Your dancing swirling mind will come to rest With the monarchs left behind You will remain there In the warm air and bright colors And send your love in fluttering clouds That will transcend my shadowing sadness Will I know your voice |
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