brokenbutterfly

Laying in the field of grass near the shore I gaze at the birds floating on the breeze Relaxing my eyes they do wander looking for more Of gulls nestled in the shore cliff apron the seas Instead they find clouds above the salty mist And as they focus these clouds take shape A beautiful lioness grasping a few blades of grass in a fist As eyes watch she tattoos my soul what of her fate O will she come home one day, years pass Still I lay in this meadow over looking the shore Waiting for here to come home as i count the blades of grass I wake to find her looking over me and i wait no more...