Fairytale

Rushing, always rushing,
Along with beeping, shouting,
Don’t touch that.
Don’t walk there.
Keep moving. Always moving.
Hurtled along with the crowd,
To anywhere’s somewhere.

Keep your place and you’ll be fine,
I put a foot wrong and fall.
Everything stops – breathe.
Look away from the silent people;
A motionless mass of mayhem,
To a butterfly by my side;
Out of place here. As am I.

I follow the beating of the wings.
Beauty leads to beauty –
To a world within a world.
No people here, but flowers,
Intense and bright and breathing,
And a river hums and sings.
Here is human’s paradise.

This is not my world;
Look at the emerald grass, and wonder.
Stare at the silver mountains, and wonder.
Touch the silken flowers, and wonder.
Here is where art is born,
Where music reigns with song,
And all the world is singing.

Once found, and never forgotten,
Never lost, although I cannot stay.
The chaos is sounding louder,
And back to the pavement, the cars,
The people and the turmoil.
I haven’t lost my paradise –
Now I know my way.