Finally, Butterflies Are Free
Like endless rain into a paper cup They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy Are drifting through my opened mind Possessing and caressing me - J. Lennon | ||
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You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away bye bye - E. John | A couple of Decades ago, I had a particularly bad break up. It was my First True Love. not first girlfriend, but, first Love. It was a wonderful few years together, and, 30 years later, we're good friends. But right in that moment, I was devastated. It was so painful and all consuming. And for days and weeks, I played a song over and over. It was by Elton John, called Butterflies Are Free |
Fly Away, bye, bye
For decades, I would listen to that song, and it would bring me right back into that deep deep sadness. Right into that moment. years on years... that song had a profound affect on my mood. And then, I met someone... and she said, early on, "I promise, we'll fix it so you can love the song, and love her, and love again."
I love the song, again. I can love again. I can feel again. Curious the journey life and love have taken me on.
And Someone Saved My Life Tonight,
Sweet Freedom Whispered In My Ear
You're A Butterfly,
and Butterflies Are Free To Fly
Fly Away,
Fly Away, bye, bye