Where Butterflies Fly

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Do you know
where the butterflies are?
Along the hill
the milkweed’s sparse
Off the main trail, above the trees,
There’s a field above the stream.

Do you know
where the butterflies are?
The stomach flutters, and you wish on a star
the chest feels tight, and it fills your mind,
soulbirds fly into your dream

Chorus:
Freedom from the cocoon
We go sailing with the new moon
We are soaring
Where butterlies fly

Do you know
where the butterflies are?
Out on the porch in the back yard
A shady swing and a garden fair
Butterflies giving us wings

Do you know
where the butterflies are?
The stomach flutters, and you wish on a star
the chest feels tight, and it fills your mind,
soulbirds fly into your dream.

Chorus:
Freedom from the cocoon
We go sailing with the new moon
We are soaring
Where butterlies fly
 

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A friend helped me turn the post previous to 

this one into a song.

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Disclaimer - I am singing the lead

and my vocals are not very good. :)

Love Letter No 58 - Butterfly Love

Dear K,
It's the stillness of the forest with stream, of a field with grass waving and clouds breezing overhead, of the park bench near fountain's bubbling, a quietness where I can feel me being me, each beat of my heart bringing rhythm to my thoughts of you. And then, the butterfly spreads wings, drifts, flits, floats and lands on the hand. The wings pulsing open and closed as my heart thrills to sense your presence with me. Wasn't this small comfort what I had been hoping for all along, a breath of air, touch of an angel, harmony in the song through the willows, a serene request that ambition be laid aside.
Then, quiet as a suckled babe, I lie still, full of hope, on your breast and listen, to the stillness, the winds, the bubbling, the quiet love, the butterfly flits away.

With deep and tender affection,

L
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Love Letters are a Thursday feature.

This one goes out to Kay over at Loud Silence, the recent post is Still My Heart.

Very inspiring and great work Kay!

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Writer's Myspace Craig Bickhardt









This Old House

There are fifty liquor boxes in my hall
And a hundred empty nails on my wall
There's a sign out in my yard that reads "For Sale"
And if this old house could cry the tears would fall
There are bargain hungry vultures everywhere
Buying broken toys, old clothes, and Tupperware
The phone's been taken out, they've stopped the mail
And if this old house could talk I'd say a prayer

I've been strong and I've been sturdy
And I've weathered every storm
I've always kept your family safe and warm
Now you're packing up the laughter
And you're sweeping out the tears
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years
This old house, this old house
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years

Take another look before you lock my door
Where your shoes have worn the finish from my floor
Listen to my banging pipes and my creaking stair
Let your boy slide down my banister once more
I'll remember where you hid the extra key
Where the hammer and the band aids used to be
I will smell your morning coffee in the air
And I'll see you hanging tinsel on the tree

I've been strong and I've been sturdy
And I've weathered every storm
I've always kept your family safe and warm
Now you're packing up the laughter
And you're sweeping out the tears
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years
This old house, this old house
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years

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Written by Craig Bickhardt and Thom Schuyler
©1986 Colgems-EMI Music Inc. (ASCAP)/ Bethlehem Music / Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc. (BMI) Lawyer’s Daughter Music