Butterfly Flights

April 30, 2011

sometimes we don't realize the power
in a life of illiteral butterfly flights
weaving inward converging timelines

they'll resonate what we're actually here for

dented shadows flow under water striders
miracle walkers of a midwestern stream
the moist earth smells of umber leaves
light glimmers passages between dreams

two hands scoop up yesterday's fragments
-- disconnected memories and shattered glass
a heart still healing under the california sun
forgiving the darkness for which we speak

in mockingbird voices for a sidereal song
primordial compositions imitate avian wings
on earthshine from a morning moon
flowering universes erupting

love beauty and so so many stars

© 2011 by WEb