Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Friday, August 15, 2008

The Butterfly Who Loves The Moon


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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2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, love the pretty picture too.

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  2. Yes, isn't she remarkable, my butterfly lady? *smiles*

    I 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. :-)

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