Butterflies, Honeysuckle Breezes and Poetry
Butterflies, Honeysuckle Breezes and Poetry
I try, I swear I try,
but you are always there,
touching my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
on endless wishes
cast upon continuous ripples,
rapidly forming with every breath I take
Evening brings the sunset
in multicolored shades of how I feel
Reaching for that lost love,
floating like indigo butterflies
just beyond my grasp, though
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope
I have been told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom
at the peak of the arbor,
radiant beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before,
when your petals gathered at my heart
And try as I like it is of no use,
My mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed whispers and twilight shadows
which never seem to end
For as long as there are butterflies,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry…
there will be you
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
Thanks for all of the kindness you have shown me
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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