Redemption

Walking through

A barren forest

What was once spring

Lush and green

Flowers and clouds

Butterflies chiming about

Now lying desolate

Burnt and broken

Twigs turned to ashes

Memories, grey, in flashes

I now walk in a land

Of colourless souls

Searching for magic

Confronting shadows

Reconstructing form

Memories of touch

Resurrecting, refitting

The shape of innocence.

Through the cobwebs

There is a quiet insight

That truth is a perception

That lies inside you.

Reality is what you make of it

Is it or is it not

Is what you build of it. 

So I take up some green

Spread a wash

Paint some butterflies

Hope they will fly

I switch on the records

Engineer the music

Hope the songs provide

Redemption to my soul.