My Butterfly

I touched you when you were warm and fuzzy all over
you inched your way along as I watched protectively
I stored you in a jar with holes poked all over the top
and fed you long grasses and sweet clover
and placed in it a knotty little branch
You munched your way around the tender leaves
and spun your silken womb
the jar warm and moist from the heat of your life's energy
I waited patiently as you changed and became
Wanting to witness your rebirth into a new world a new way of life
 I awoken and you had already mysteriously arrived
Bright and beautiful already unfurling your glossy wings
Preening feverishly wiping away the last vestiges of a former life
One already forgotten
You exercise your freedom until you beat desperately against the glass
Leaving your yellow powdered proof of existence there
I release you so you will not do harm yourself
My fingers tickle as your fine fragile feet cling to me
Love fills my heart
I want more than you can give me
You lift up and loft onward into the open blue skies
The wind tests you as you spin and spiral finding your wings
and then you are gone
I feel pride and pain at the same time
You have accomplished much in such a short time
and now I have to trust the wind to carry you in the right direction
I will never know of your fate or where you journeys will lead you
My only hope is you may want to revisit your birthplace someday

Coming Back

Time
Timelessness
Suspension
Grounded
Free
Prisoner
Life
Death
Here
Gone
Numb
Reborn
I am still here and not sure if I accept it fully.
Second chances are a lot of responsibility.
I waiver between gratitude and resentment.
In the end it was what I prayed for.
I have forgiven only to find it is an ongoing process
Learned to cry again but hate being hurt
I withdraw but yearn to shout out!
Life is strange at best and I am still uncertain what to make of it
The scars are fading but there is vulnerability in the healing places
In spite of pain I will do my best to earn the gift?
Life's lessons are before me and it is my choosing which stone to turn

Sittin' On the Edge

My back is to the world and it's onlsaught
The whipping winds stinging at my flesh
I pull the cloak ever tight around me
But the weathering storm seems to take my breathe

When will the gentle lofty clouds release me
Propel me to the stratosphere abound
And let me find the peace forever sought out
Whilst I have roamed these hills and sacred grounds


The pines secrets whispered but not quite heard
Truths scarcely beyond the horizoned sky
I dare not breath that I may listen
Afraid to know what lies beneath what reasons why

So as I sit on the edge with leanings forward
Wondering if my soul will take the flight
A circling soaring eagle shadows over
Disappearing into the crimson rays of days last light

As Night Breathes

Spindly fingers reaching for the greying skies
Indifferent creatures roaming seamlessly in the nigh
A lonely howl at the pearl opaque moon rise
Spirits drifting about the murk hills disquise
Silent whispering wings as the knowing crow flies
and the owl's sounding "who" to those who are wise
the last fragments of the day rests and slowly dies
Immune in blissful sleep are we behind pictureless eyes