With due admiration , and peaceful contemplation , rediscover your portion of Earth in meditative resolve , your heartbeat in metronomic cue with each gust of wind , nostrils filled with the pure love of creation . Poetry , music and color transformed into audible serenity , the spoken word caress of woodland hands will resonate and envelope the very machinations of your creative soul . Caressing your face , blue whispers of parallel life continuance , yellow songbirds shall attune the warmth from a loving star ..
Let Eros complete every sentence , answer every question , color the natural world before you and direct every step .
Troubled sleep , insidious dreams and anger placed in permanent repository , transformed into prudent fruit ripened cautiously on the vine .

I am certain she does not love me
the way that I love her
so full,
so poetically passionately,
so self-destructively,
so lovely,
In all her darkness.

A black sun that burns brighter
than any celestial body;
I would let myself burn
to touch it,
to see it I would let
myself go blind.

I hope she does not mind
that I love her so deeply.
I give it freely,
not expecting anything
explicit in return.

Hoping that she
will always be merely
one poem or message
away from me.

It's the butterfly blues once again  , beauty on the outside , troubled from within ..  Flying without respite then lighting gracefully , clinging to any cover available to protect you from stormy wind !
A mayfly state of mind , running at full speed , seeking a month of memories in one turbulent Summer day .!
Busy honeybee , up at the crack of Dawn , continually working away till your final day on Earth !
Hap-happy grasshopper without a care in the world , jumping haphazardly from tree to bush .. Laughing at the crickets that clutch the ground , oblivious to the Bluebirds flying about !