Tomorrow, Butterfly

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On frail wings
Spectacles of memories
Perhaps well suited for the pin
To mount up in some gallery
Go sailing far beyond my reach
But I should never wish it so
That beauty on this grander scale
Be found confined
By greedy man
Or turn of hand
As time, life, and love demand

Tomorrow then, my butterfly
If winded currents sweep you so
I will not keep you
No, not for trophies
Not for thirst to see your colors
Freedom owes itself to us
Your gilded wings deserve release
The slightest touch
Might hurt so much
For something there so precious made
So, to the breeze, I send you off

Tomorrow then, my butterfly
Today may be a time unkind
The sunset speaks
Upon your fragile form so sweet
Fluttering beyond my reach
But I can be
Content to know I held you close
And met you on this journey we
Were christened for
Before today was ever dreamed
Farewell, I hope you keep your wings

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Clouds I Packed

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Fragments of the bridges we burned
In the charred grey haze
In the soft blue grass
My hand on your future
Your palm on my past

Little scraps of clouds I packed
In the zippers and pockets
Of the walls we moved
And the paint we peeled
For the dreams we drew
Under stark white dots
Oh, the skies we knew
Were

Bigger than the snowfall over those mountains
And bigger than the love all over these hills
Our sky was on fire
Our hearts were our needles
Our eyes were a compass
Our bodies unbound

Bigger than the words repainted from ancients
And bigger than door frames over this house
Our sky is on fire
Our blankets untorn
Our love is like water
Our bodies still warm

(sorry for the delay. I’ve been relocating and adjusting. Thank you for your patience)

Unaware

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Come awake
You pretty little star
Surrogate
My angel, unaware
Speak to me
In languages of stare

Come alive
You precious little ward
To protect
My sentimental heart
Dream of me
In reoccurring parts

Come away
You unassuming saint
Separate
The channels of desire
Be with me
Awaiting by the fire

Come inside
You interwoven soul
Resurrect
In deepening resolve
Evermore
A paragon of love

Sometimes You Can See…

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It isn’t all that often, but sometimes
You can see love
In tiny pinholes
Bleeding through a ebon sky in variable densities
Light
Ignited
Ancient
Caravanning the distance in waves
Predating the cracks in our fragile hearts
Washing upon celestial shores in swaths we call constellations
But we never really knew them
These eyes in the heaven are to faces unblinking
A glance by chance or divine
Falling across time
Onto a serendipitous second in which elements align
Providing oxygen to my tired mind down here
It isn’t very often, but sometimes
You can see God
Burnt through in the autumn hues of dying dreams
Shaken and piled up for sweeping
Where today’s decomposition becomes tomorrow’s fuel
To wake life where death stirs
Like children coming forth from sleep
It isn’t often, but sometimes
I think that centuries may just be unwitting catalysts
Love, launched long before the orbits breathed a full rotation
Locked in motion
Ancient beyond recognition
Struck here tonight because it was the only place it could go
And we are nothing new
Me and you
Just tiny allegories of immortality
Caught tightly
Spun lightly
And bundled up in woven threads of something
We did not create
Embodiments of unity even the stars do not comprehend
While bending arms of light to touch us
These broken compositions
These stolen notes
We have written in stone over the face of what we know
Are our epitaph
That
We love
And it comes with no permissions
Branded deep within a sky that casts no shadow, but is its own reason why
And so am I
So I decide
That if the sky makes no apology for light
Despite the blind eyes we bear
And if the stars believe the distance here is worth the weight of infinity
And if the pain of decomposing becomes the beauty of tomorrow’s bloom
Then I love you
And it must have been true
Before they wrote the first line of the first word
Or spoke of things like this
It isn’t often, but sometimes
The world moves
For small things
And life springs
From cracked dreams
Under the ancient eyes
In this ebon sky
Where, it isn’t often, but sometimes
You can see love

The Ink Is You

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The ink is you
The blood, the love
The pain dipped in
Beneath my skin
The ink is you
Indelible
And I approve
Of every line
The ink is you
The brand I wear
Reminding me
Of all we are
The ink is you
Unfaded mark
My friend, my dear
My lovely scar

Adore

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Streetlights play with shadows as pedestrians stroll under
Flickers stroke your hair and hover gently on the strands
I could watch for hours as the world keeps moving onward
Placidly content to hold my universe in hand

Storefronts sell their fancies catching glances from the children
Snowflakes grace the fabric of your sweater as we stroll
Hands entwined so I can keep you safely near me always
Hats and furs like armor in our fight to thwart the cold

Have I ever told you
How much I adore you
How much I am warmed to know that you care
Have I ever mentioned
You have my attention
I’m pleasantly caught in the heat of your stare

Crystals form in corners of the windows through the city
Taxis run like blood cells through the arteries of town
All the decorations and the lights aren’t half as pretty
As the silhouette you cast like magic on the ground

All the presents pale beside the gift of being with you
All the vendors fail to place a price upon your love
Every time you smile I think the moon gets slightly larger
Glowing like a dream and you are what i’m dreaming of

Have I ever told you
How much I adore you
How I’d stop the world if it was what I had to do

Have I ever mentioned
You have my full attention
Totally transfixed and wanting nothing else but you

When I Get Tired Of You

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When I get tired of you
The leaves on the trees will have died
All the flowers have folded
And the forest have withered and dried

When I get tired of you
Singers will run out of songs
Lovers will have no more passion
Streets will be rid of their throngs

When I get tired of you
Books will be blank without words
Seasons will cease from their turning
Dawn will be failing to stir

When I get tired of you
The sun will have melted away
Earth will be frozen and barren
And colors all faded to gray

When I get tired of you
The stars will have burnt out their light
The heavens plunged deep into darkness
And angels have long lost their sight

When I get tired of you
My body will lay without motion
My heart will be still in it’s beating
My mind be devoid of devotion

When I get tired of you
Time will have slowed to a stand
All of the elements shattered
God lost the strength in his hand

When I get tired of you
No one will be there to see
Because I can’t get tired of you
So please don’t get tired of me