Rainbows And Butterflies

She brought me

rainbows and butterflies

to dry all those tears

I was drowning in

 

we got puppy dogs

and ice cream

she warmed my heart

like a sunbeam

and when we played scrabble

she let me win

 

we quit our jobs

and sold our things

spent six dollars

on coconut rings

then got married

by the ocean

and took our leave

 

we packed our things

and said goodbye

so we could live

before we die

we had adventures

not even our best friends

could believe

 

caught a one-way

flight to Europe

drowned our crepes

in maple syrup

then turned sour grapes

into the sweetest wine

 

in Southern Spain

we tried to dance

we learned to milk

a goat in France

and in Switzerland

we saw the falling

of the Rhine

 

we got to see her  uncle

in Amersfoort

though our two week stay

was still too short

and in Antwerp

we saw a

Pink Floyd cover band

 

we got too drunk

in Berlin

lucky that our host

still let us in

when we got back

at five am

and we could barely stand

 

we woke up

with the hair of the dog

then stopped by Kafka’s house

in Prague

before we flew on back to Lisbon

on our way to Sao Miguel

 

we sought out my roots

in Ireland

wishing it were

a dryer land

but found a rainbow

leading to a wishing well

 

we flipped a coin

and turned the page

had visions of

a wise old Sage

directing us

back to where we began

 

then we got back

to Hawaii

to a farm

on Molokai

where we always

sort of wing it

theres no need

for a plan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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