It all comes back to
The way the symphony starts goin'
Long after the ol' organ has stopped playin'

With a simple motion of his hands
He orchestrates an acclaimed performance
Out of a dozen
Reluctant
Butterflies..

It all comes back to him
Bein' simple.
To the diverse offerins'
Laid at my feet

For all the multitudes
And complexities of choice,
It seems I have and will
Not acquire the taste for

But for somethin' simple.

For it all comes back
To one simple conclusion.
Imaginary butterflies.
And he.

Perched 
at
the  edge  of  the  rock
almost  falling  into  the  water
entranced  by  his  own  reflection
tom  fails  to  see

Me 
perched at

the opposite edge

of that river, styx

calling out his name

in vain. 

Perched 
at 
the edge  of  everest's  peak
almost  free  falling  into 
thorny  alpines
entranced  by  his  own  achievements
dick  fails  to  hear  

Me
perched  at
the  sidelines
cheering  out  his  name
in  all  its  glory

Perched 
at 
the edge of niagara
almost throwing himself  to  abandon
entranced  by  his  own  depression
harry  fails  to  feel
  
Me 
perched next
to him
on  that cold metal ledge
sharing his anguish

Perched 
on 
this  worn  out  black  tyre
almost spinning unceremoniously to earth
affected by emotional myopia
i nearly lose sight of

Jon
firmly perched behind 
this old swing
pushing..
yet always prepared 
to break my every  fall..

:: The Past : : This work was composed on 22nd Mar, 2002.

(C) Elle Sheri. All Rights Reserved

Gabrielle walks in
And out goes my heart
Silently slipping
Thru' the gongs of the midnight hour
Lost to me forever..

Gabrielle swivels his form
And mine heart does its leaps
Reaching celestial heavens
Touching stars
Contemplating Destiny*s door ajar..

Gabrielle*s eyes caresses
Haunting in its intensity
While across the room
Mine senses, it*s awakened by
Gabrielle*s taste in my mouth..

*Spite two lips barely touching
It showers across mine dark canvas
A minute explosion of kaleidoscopic,fiery colours
Impressioned.. Gabrielle*s magic lingers..

(C) Elle Sheri. All Rights Reserved.

I dreamt about a girl on a hilltop.
Looking down
At the treacherous rocks.

Beneath her,
Blues came, crashing in.

Cheeks inflammed,
Scarlet and rawed,
Stubbornly denying,
Harsh winds.

But heart's ajumping, betraying,
Her fear.

Yet she jumped.
Into the mist
Into uncertainty.

The courage,
It must have taken
This girl
In this dream of mine

And her leap of faith
Into one.

:: The Past : : This work was composed on 6th June 2001.

(C) Elle Sheri. All Rights Reserved.