Gambler Sam was old when he told of when our town was young.. Gunfights names.. historic blames.. and stories minstrels sung.. sometimes evening came.. he would put down his deck.. speak one special memory,.. softly.. with respect..
‘down from Reno name was Gino he was thin and small.. kept quiet to himself no strutting walks or halls.. curious I followed him out behind a rise.. I saw him change to a butterfly small in size.. when I gasped he flew close appearing old and wise.. the butterfly from future times.. with the magic eyes’..
‘said he read words written of energy by men.. interesting in his year 22 and 10.. said he started moving through time much to his surprise.. emerging brushing strings off.. feeling old and wise.. could change as changes suited and he needed a disguise.. to pass to future times.. a world devoid of lies’..
science brought him to this place.. science he would live.. butterfly of theories he would be and then could give.. in a word heard in a place only fate decides.. this butterfly of magic.. with all things inside..
He had nor wanted anything a happy butterfly.. said he easily could make love on the fly.. he would give to strangers in some foreign land.. in some future time.. each other life would lend their hand.. he flew down Main St. disappeared his time not to forsake.. he left a gift of freedom as the angels came awake..
Sam said ‘well that is the tale.. told as told can be.. of the ‘Savior Butterfly’ 18 and 83.. 😉
Thought.. ‘I just love to write of what could be.. this morning I realized the ‘big question’ is such for life.. because in the passage of time.. life has no absolute answer.. Peace Tony 🙂