Pink Butterflies
Breath
Nuance
Light
Dark
Dappled sunlight casting shadows
I see you before me
Riding bareback
An elegant mare
Swishing her tail through tall dry grasses
Chocolate fur
Gliding us to new beginnings
A subtle breeze almost imperceptible
Your hair blowing gently
Haloed by glittering light, pollen and promises
The savanna an alive carpet
You turn to eye me
A knowing glance
A beckoning
A calling
A soundless kiss finds me
My soul awakens
Velvet rose petal messages arrive from the sky goddesses
My heart unlatches
Laughter flows within my veins
Creating silent moist raindrops on my palms
My thighs grip my horse more tightly
Dusty red ancient rock surrounds us
Taking us to worlds that have once been
Kisses on the wind leading us deeper into the land
Tricking water in the distance
The smell of dust and mesquite and memories
When did we first meet
Was it here or in another lifetime
My thoughts envelop me with wonder and ache
I feel your kiss on my earlobe
Coupled with the cawing of a hunting bird above
I shiver
Gazing upward shadows pass
Opening a crack in the jagged skyscape
Casting a radiant beam on my chest
Transporting me to the day we walked through the dense undergrowth
Damp green limey tendrils cascading around us
Revealing a hidden path dotted with singing ladybugs
A symphony of notes rising from the mossy carpet
Sing to me dear ones
Sing to me
For your song fills my heart
With joy and promise and hope
We walk slowly making our way past lifetimes
Of pain and sorrow and rebirth and passion
Small bellied frogs hop along leading the way
Dotting the path with neon yellow and delicious peach orange
I chuckle and my heart expands
I feel full and alive
I am grateful for the journey
I feel the warmth of your hand graze my hip
I feel your breath creating dreamcatchers
In the light behind me
Your quiet words travel with me
I glisten in sweat
Children’s voices rise up
I hear them in the distance
Songs in a language I don’t understand
The words float and dance into the air
As they do
I feel the love
An eternal embrace
Carried on the whispers of their souls
We are close
Ancestor trees move aside
So that we may enter the clearing
I kneel and open my arms
I am surrounded by
The pink butterfly children
Each one smiling
Pink clouds of butterflies surround them
Silent tears stream down my cheeks.
As I rise, I notice families, tribes and friends
Elders and ancient ones
The mesmerizing rose pink wings create
A vibration that fills all of us with immeasurable gratitude
Joining in a circle we hold hands and raise them up towards the heavens
Bowing our heads as we become one heart beating together.
Copyright © Susan Lawrence | Year Posted 2025
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