Pieces

The spirit is separate from the body.. My life and I are in pieces, at odds with myself again My feet are planted in the meadow but God only knows where my soul roams Isn't it here where Dragonflies are water gods sparkling in the afternoon sun My message bearer perched atop the goldenrod spelling the end of September This glittering earth will soon turn grey I use my hands to hide my eyes from the light One step, two steps the last of us butterflies dancing flight I always run away