Naturally Right

I see you everywhere, a reflection that haunts dereliction that taunts, in the glass of red wine at the end of the line where the tram simply stops you are there, in the shops and in church, at the stadium always glowing like radium, and you're looking at me I look back, I can see that your spirits are high and a lone butterfly shall pursue you at speed and catch up when indeed there is silence to hear and sweet words for your ear. May all whispers return as an echo's own yearn. As I see you at night with both eyes closed so tight I can hear you as well please come closer and tell what I've heard countless times like those nursery rhymes. I can hear, I can see and I know you are there, we can never be free you and I are the heir of a cloverleaf gene and we follow the script of this rather pristine aberration that's tipped to defy destiny. And in pleasure it dwells as it struggles to free from its hard coral shells both their souls so they share touch and hearing, and sight and the pleasure to dare what is naturally right.