The Letters...

Dear Butterfly Blue, Almost despite your permission Butterfly, you are sweet and free And the smallest with might Beyond words With genius in flight the flutter so tight to an airy embrace. Wings a heart Coloured glide Opens wide All your bones On the outside Say, you’re   Close to fading But you are BRAVE like a lion Butterfly stronger than we Know Full of free Will Reflecting Every colour From the scales Of your delicate Archways…. Inviting eyes To see the Seasons To all the reasons We might Try again To the…. Bloom and grow To the natural flow… Oh Beautiful The Butterfly Blue Stay Awake.

Dear Love, I see you and everything comes alive like a tree inside of my body without leaves that is suddenly all green and full and every branch traces parts of you to every corner of me, to every twist and turn, past pulsing rivers, around bones and muscles and ligaments and bleeding into red life. It’s from the outside to the inside, till the inside is so busy with you all I want is the outside of you on the inside of me so that you might be closer to my love. Oh love, how to hold you closer, closer still and then two as one person together we breathe. Together we move as an ocean in the up swell, a lake in the glide and dive of birds on the water, a river that twists and bucks over rolling stones. I see you and I remember the warm days, dew on tiny blades that are happily crying joy, the breeze infused with salt wrapping around the coo of curling waves and remembering feels good and bright. I see you, I will not be simply looking. It’s deep. It’s much deeper than that.