Butterflies

Butterflies in a slipstream
buffeted and pulled across oceans
the tang of sea spray like a fine mist,
I see you through lens'
drifting ever further out
from my peripheral view
and when you turn
a cameo in a wave
I'm lost
lost in you and us
and every where
there is nowhere I want to be
but curled up on a rug
in front of a blazing fire
with a large glass of wine
and a score on the floor
waiting to be written
and played with consummate skill
that will later lead to
with winter footsteps
trekking up that snowy path
until we are just a memory
of then, and was, and where
I hear sounds in the air
and the echoes of laughing.
I feel you, I reach to touch
whispers in the darkness

Goodnight my love
and I'll blink in a trick of light
and you'll be standing
a nonchalant pose
and your sideways 'redwood' smile
blue shirts in the wind
and a late Sunday stroll,
goodnight, godnight, long night my love
a swallow over the plains
travelling so far, so light
into the white, white yonder,
butterflies in slipstreams
that is all of who we are.





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Written on 2021-11-20 at 18:47

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2021-12-02


shells
I really enjoyed this, it speaks of life is short, loss and happy memories, we all seem experience all of this in life one way or another. You write of it so eloquently.
2021-11-21


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
love the quantum meta of dreamscape romantica.
2021-11-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Wistful, ethereal, ephemeral, a haunting poem.
2021-11-20