I feel it. I do.
Wet wings always seek the sun,
And I have changed--
In every weightless fibre that has turned into (my!) beauty,
Every instinct loves the light.
But, all the dreams I can ever remember
Lead me to a language I can only find cupped in your hands--
I flutter there
At your command in the heart of the night.
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Beautiful, love the pretty picture too.
ReplyDeleteYes, isn't she remarkable, my butterfly lady? *smiles*
ReplyDeleteI had written this and promptly forgotten about it, not thinking it was that good. But then recently, I came across it while going through my current notebook, and thought, hmm, actually it IS kind of nice!
Thanks once again, Madame C. :-)