Year of the Butterfly
I saunter up to the corner of the World where East meets West and North meets South at a lovely bar on the beach of the Sands of Time. The warm breeze touches my face and fills me with possibility. I gaze out over the Oceans to witness a fiery sunset far off on the west horizon - and at the same time far off on the east horizon black skies filled with stars hail the rising of a full moon. At this moment I was standing in between time.
A fine young gentleman appeared behind the bar saying, “Good Evening Miss, What can I get you?”
It didn’t take long to respond.“Champagne all around, Sir. A toast for the New Year. For indeed I have a great announcement for all the fine people of the Earth gathered here.”
“As Milady wishes.”
Champagne spread through the fountains surrounded by the most glorious and fragrant tropical flowers. Shiny waxy leaves spread wide in the fading sun and rising moon while flamingos and pelicans played in waters so clear. Music filled the air as the heat seemed to rise, and again the sound of percussion and drums filled the air and mingled with the sweet meat smell of the food cooking right there on the beach.
I tipped my head back and raised my glass. The world around me fell still for a moment except for the crashing of the waves...
A toast to you, all over the world
Living in subway cities, loud noise in your head
A farm or a suburb country flags unfurled
In rice paddies, riverboats, or caught up in bloodshed
The haves and the have-nots and all in between
Never noticing the other, how blind are our eyes?
This year there’ll be no more silkscreen
The veil will be lifted, we’re all butterflies.
Come and drink, Come and dance
Make ye mad, come and laugh
For once and for all
May all men and women be merry
For pride and arrogance have no place anymore
Caterpillar cocoons are a thing of the past
Lets move forward with something that lasts
Butterflies flying every which way,
Flying where its fragrant and sweet
Coloring our way, Brightening the day
This is the year of the butterfly.
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