Mar 2017
Everyday,
Time goes by,
Fluttering in the breeze.
On the wings of a butterfly.
Gently caressing,
Smooth hair.
Red like fire.
She stares,
Mesmerized.
At her timeline.
Much to do,
More time to spare.
Less stress to be there.
Her hand in her mates hand,
They stare at the setting sun.
Looking into each others eyes,*
They are home.
Time goes by,
Fluttering in the breeze.
On the wings of a butterfly.
Gently caressing,
Smooth hair.
Red like fire.
She stares,
Mesmerized.
At her timeline.
Much to do,
More time to spare.
Less stress to be there.
Her hand in her mates hand,
They stare at the setting sun.
Looking into each others eyes,*
They are home.
