Save me

I am the chandelier falling deeper and deeper
I am the rubble born out of the friction between love and lust
I am the lovechild of gold and dust
I am falling

My sides crack
Enlarged wrinkles
Clandestine fracks

Spare me from the crooked stares of the pixies in the dark
Innocent and untainted
Guiltless and untrapped

I am the disjointed words wrecking havoc between your lips
I am the dark circles underneath your cheeks
I am the flaws that you see in the mirror
At 3 in the morning
Free from disguise but
Wrapped up in sin

I am the poet who brews trouble
Just to fill my canvas with stormy weather
I am the lover who knows not who sleeps beside me
Because that does not matter
Long as this bed for two is occupied
By an else that I can thread
Two strings need not be attached
Long as warmth finds itself on my shoulder
Care not to whom warmth belongs

I am the ship without a name
Sailing freely and untamed
I will tame the sallow seas
Else I would have lived in vain
I am passion with a ransom and a devil on my back

I am
I am

Save me

In the heart of blue mountains
lies a star,
robbed of starlight.
Rises he with the faintest spark
between suns and moons,
he will be bright.
In pristine blue dwells he.
Stand before the sun comes,
beyond the horizons, he will be seen
In the heart of the blue mountains.

Forsythias flower now,
A shock of yellow petals
Matching my Daffodils.
Pure yellow,
Brighter than the sun.
Galaxies of petal-stars
Hanging from spiral arms.
As numerous as a shoal of fish,
Or flock of birds.
Nature stuns us with its numbers.

Winter hangs on
With chilling grip.
But blossoms like these hold promise
Of warmer days.
My crocuses were first:
Defiant spears thrusting into the frosty air.
And now the second wave is here:
Flower after flower,
Bird after bird:
Robins and Blue ****,
Blackbirds and Sparrows.
Pesky gnats are out
As everything awakes
From hibernation.
Yes Spring is here,
Showing us once more
The sheer resilience of Life.

Paul Butters

Faded and lying on the ground,
was a leaf.
A leaf of love.
A leaf of inspiration.
It was a leaf of spring.

Flowing with the air,
was a leaf.
A leaf of gold.
A leaf of soul.
It was a leaf of spring.

Lying dead in the morning light,
was a leaf.
A leaf of spring.