flight of the butterfly, rising free
Open the curtains
Crank up the tunes
There is no sadness
There are no spoons
ask the muse for help
ask angels to light the way
poems born when we pray
rose in the morning
calming fragrance pervades
awakened by your aura
gentle spirit grows
feeling of light fills
brilliant hues flow forth
newness of hope born
oneness of our smile
feeling, smelling, hearing
what is birthed in us
flowing, touching, melding
perfect blending of love