Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Silver String

Hearts dancing on the wind
Hoping to be caught
And tied to another with silver string
Like fairytales always taught.

Like a butterfly caught in your own two hands
You sit on clouds spun from your wildest dreams
You twirl in silly, careless circles
Towards the end which gleams

Like balloons they are let go
And float off into the air
The young owner would then cry
But no-one said it was fair.

You can tie the strings in the tightest knot
But the cord will always be severed
Regardless of the fancies you hear
You can't hold on forever.

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