flight of the butterfly, rising free
Each and every leaf
On each and every tree
Visible from this room of windows
Visible from this home of vision
Rippling waters flowing
Glorious light streams
Touches the growing heart
And the river below
Warm and present aftertaste
Bitter and pure black heat
Feeling the drifting notes
Of a distant song’s subtle beat
Soft and supple visions
Lover writes her prose
Connection growing stronger
My lover always knows
Finding the perfect groove
With my lover always near
Precious whispered words
That only we can hear
Living in the poem
Riding the beautiful wave
Stopping for some coffee
On the roads today we pave