Of butterflies and heights

If one says he got butterflies in his stomach,
In my very case, honestly
(and indeed, very personally)
I'd say there's been a rebellion

... and they've taken over


They got me flying high,
The colourful wave pulled my hairstrings
just like a puppet,
lifted me up in the sky
dived over skyscrapers,
plummeted over scarecrows,
delicately hoovered over hay fields


Dunna where I might fall or find a place.

(Sh sh sh sh

There comes the night ! . . .)

Re-

Suddenly the beginning met the end,
in a flash of time,
- on the spur of the moment,
they knew.

Undoubtedly the beginning knew the end,
the restart of a time,
- the golden stray of memory
they found.

And gladly the beginning loved the end,
the blossom of stories,
- the ultimate achievement then:
serenity.