A Flutter, A Breeze (and a package from King Arthur)

A flutter, a breeze
a sweet silly sneeze
and the Brolgas are dancing
round here.

By the creek that is merry
Merri and swift,
She's a darlin'
All furrowed but free.

A flutter,  a breeze
with the Myrtales to tease,
Yet they whistle
and dance by her side,

And she'll walk up the path
Round the bend
And she'll send
A key in a boat
made of life.

It isn't a diamond
It isn't a pearl,
or the whirl
of a girl
Waltzing Tilda,

But there's ribbon
times eight
round a package of wait
And
Inside
find
the seeding
for needing.

A flutter, a breeze
a cough and a wheeze,
of a time made of
smokey and grime,

We'll recall why the crown
and the jewel of a queen
Isn't black or white or now.

And she'll hope for the waters
to find true a tribute,
from the creek
to the river
and ocean,

And I hope
my loves,
you will find
this gift
in the rift
to the shore line
to motion.

And the flutter the breeze
Let her scatter your seeds
all soft
and precious
and small....

My dear and my dears,
even watered by tears
you will grow them
and know them
and shine.

And time will go writing
to Arthur
our Knight
and he'll come
all in white
with a man and his light
and the mark of the man will be orange and reds
with a woman clad brightly in tapestry threads.

Peace she'll declare for a length and a time
and moths will weave armour, steely, silken
and fine
And the crowns will be flowers
and butterfly wings
and the love will be bound
by the birth of our springs
and the hatching
and catching
of yellow and warm
will form rings
of our love
round the wild
speckled dove.