Take me to the land of of my ancestors dedicated to a lovely friend Karen Beamus Osh

Take me to the land
of faery
the other worlds and realms
to where
there is no sun or moon
to speak of
but there is just the sweetest of air
made up of sweet fragrant blossoms
the perfumes from the stamens heart
everything is amplified there
and much more potent from the start

lets wander through the bracken
never slacken as we go
my little yellow butterfly
she’s the star in the show
her wings are fine and silky
like buttercups that hue
she dances and she prances
and take chances as you do

she likes the warm sweet liquor
which she lifts into her lips
she seems so very carefree
but then now as she sips
I see her life force growing
she is showing
me such grace
thats when she settles on my hair
and looks into my face

she has the tiniest little eyes
but meets my earnest gaze
she has a smile we smile a while
and I must say, in all my days
this thrill of being close to her
and she so close to me
is perilously amazing
its just so hard to be

anywhere thereafter
as I watch her fly till she
disappears completely
it seems she couldn’t be
anywhere I know that she was there
but somehow she
has the power to perhaps
create another odyssey

project her herself
back back in time
to the land of the Cherokee
where the women clad in their cotton
clothes worked the great country
tore the trees with their simple tools
and grew the corn and carved
the implements for tanning skinning
for first people never starved
they grew they were a proud race
true to their heart they stayed
able to remain aloof
to the white man’s stock in trade

the saffron butterflies
are really faeries in repose
they visit those of us
for the great book we never close
we appreciate our ancestors
for they prepared the way
and the butterfly is clearly
from the spirit world I’d say