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.



Cynthia said...

Beautiful, love the pretty picture too.

Fireblossom said...

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. :-)