Savour your scent nectar
Stay with me and the wisdom  

I thought my aura left you
my eyes, my voice, my face,
Observing  
caught between cracks of silent speech
You continue to recall me
Since we first met
I was not once taken
out of your memory
for a moment you became stronger
more defined in my absence
the temporary cannot make a sacrifice
it will not later claim  

We dropped the knife
The bond already came

A Butterfly’s Eternity is born out of the source of all inner fulfillment
It cares not what the flower speaks, but what the vision states
in the back of its wings
mid flight
In a state away from its side of the garden
It keeps on

Reminded of love
for what it does everyday
to find the flower
Remembering its why

The stillness of its knowing brings in the creative resilience
Even on rose’s alien stem

We dropped the knife. Remember?  
You can move mountains with the greatest thorn.
You can do this.