White butterfly visits

pieces of the sky

fell upon the grass

they stood up into

a pair of slight wings

fluttering away to the

place they were from

the sun reminded me

it was warm enough

for these little ones

to be out and about

but in the same time

solar rays caressed me

imposing clouds sailed

across the cobalt vault

clad in all the shades

from white to graphite

sporadic drops of rain

flicked my flesh as 

the cooling downdraft

invoked a blushing red

while the layers danced

high above my sight

my soul took flight to

join the primal forces

in their sudden horde

Drawing out

my apologies

for inevitably 

spoiling the surprise

but you should

know it is difficult

to keep things from 

my eyes

of course we had

agreed there are

to be no apologies

between us

after all we have

been through

in navigating this

hall of veils

but truly I am sorry

for choosing

to reach beyond 

one of these veils

though the image

does not come close

in holding the glory

of your presence

 

Embedded

sleep within me

lay your head

upon my heart

and rest yourself

within my soul

close your eyes

behind my own

to drift off into

the warmest dreams

from my mind

sleep inside me

curled up in my chest

let my pulse lure

you into slumber

and stillness

slow your heart to

count my breaths

listen to my voice

to trade your thoughts

for calming peace

lay your worries

at my my feet

climb inside me

to surrender and

find your release

Mmmmm

mmmmmight 

the cold wet

out in the night

be coaxing us

beneath blankets

mmmmmust

the clouded moon

cast such notions

of nocturne motions

across the bed

mmmmmeant

in this moment

between two souls

halves to be full

of each other

mmmmmore

calls out for more

in cold wet night

and clouded moon

stretched across the bed

 

Of the South Wind

relentless winds

of my arid homeland

wail as banshees

within my soul

the cusp of energy

is a dust storm

raging in my psyche

this torrent is clearing

a path before me

all the tangled briars

of long ago loves

the twisted vines

traumas have cultivated

the stone mountains

that have formed

from iced over oceans

of emotions never revisited

all these are being swept away

to leave a smooth path

of Zen attuned sand

in its wake

upon the sand Fate

writes the way

to you

Pep-deck talk

sometimes a heavy heart

must be thrown overboard

to keep from sinking the

vessel it floats upon

what is this anchor 

you've tied yourself to

at the bottom of the sea

in those dismal depths

you'll never reach where

you want to go if you

keep this weight of safety

around your anxious feet

the stuck is bad luck

you must let it go and

then you must let it flow 

row, row, row your heart