Breathless Words

Soul to soul her words flowed the letters were elegant as she they had this bolden quality a richness
then her face was superimposed on the paper up in the left hand corner the paper was it self able to
evoke emotion light brown flowers and buterflies colorfuly purple ran down the right side then the
writing seemed but whisps visible but tendrils that are so cast as tiny to the point of airyness but that
was where the emotional timbres they struck a cord divisions inserted into layers that lay heavy on the
page pure heart some what disturbing crackled a liveness cried to be heard a call was spreading across
a waste land this velvet verdue capitalized on scarsity the emptyness gave it greater apaeal it spoke in a
whisper and you strained to hear you must hear when wonder sings there is always an audiense she
divised words that were robed in color and vibrancy your breath was cought ebbing and flowing her
thoughts were winged angels they called with hallwoed tounges their words were counter weights to
the usal run of the mill chit chat her perpodours words stood in great banks in the sky her words were dark and
raging at times and then turned white it was as she was fencing great sections of land then the storm
broke the pain came in torents this liquid rain expressed demoanized parts of what she vehemitantly
sought to express and then it slowed to a roll over the landscape of her life then it was glory noble it was
as you were whisked in to a great white church you stood by the altar as she pureified her deeepest soul
she confronted loss those dark corners in the lives of lovers it is not perfeclty clear but possibly one had
strayed it seemed she was making marks that represented death black and treacheous she wrote from
the very whip lashes on her heart they had healed but they left scar tissue her fingers passed over them
then she transfured them to the keys shame disgrace visted in the most beautiful chamber of their love
now it would forever remain a darkness in otherwise the show place of love and its achievments she had
a fire that was exzilarting it had the element that burned untamed places and when the new growing
came it was now clean the visual mastery that when observed is stunning she detailed the defining
moments that only love can birth this was one thing she said I love that magic. I hope it is a magic that
last “forever” be enthralled when you kiss your beloved know not you are planting seeds that drift over
filelds of forever they rise on the country breeze they travel to as the song says ole tangers and amid the
Pyrimids along the Nile they stall speachless at the foot of Kilamajoro they traverse the bluest sea to the
swaying of the hula and then they with this romantic thickness bend under the weight there only
definition and reality in this case lies at your feet live the dream girl

every time we embrace
i go to that far away place
When  we just walk hand in hand
I'm never  never land
whenever i look into  your eyes
i begin to get buterflies
then my heart skips a beat
and our lips passionately meet
you are always in my mind
your face is all it can find
i think about you every day
and know it'll work out
somehow some way
some say we're dumb foolish
some say we should do as we wish
But all my heart could ever do
is tell you  that I'll always LOVE YOU

All the creatures in the garden were excited.
It was early spring and soon the skies would be dotted with the many colours of new buterflies.
Except, for Papilio who was pretty sad that spring was here already.
He was the youngest catterpilar, and loved to eat and laze around all day.
When his friends told him that he would turn into a butterfly soon, he just couldn't accept it.
He didn't want to become a butterfly.
"I'm not a butterfly" he said, " I'm just a caterpillar, I cant fly up there. This is what I am and I' ll stay this way!"
No matter how much his friends encouraged him, he wouldn't go into his cocoon,
because deep inside he was afraid that he would never be able to fly and become a butterfly.
Soon all his friend began to grow into beautiful butterflies.
Yet, Papilio wasn't lonely he had made friends with the lady bug and the snail. He felt this was his place.
One day he felt his skin shedding and he was becoming bigger.
His friends were shocked at how ugly he had become.
That was the last time he saw the lady bug and the snail, they had left him to be alone.
He was very sad, he went to his cocoon and stayed there for a long time, until he realised,
his body had changed. he came out of the cocoon and realized that he had grown beautifully patterned wings.
He realized that he had turned into a butterfly, he had always been one.
All he had to do was just be himself. Though, what he was was not always what he thought he was.

my heart beats faster than a hummingbirds wings
whenever I see you
and I swear it skips a couple beats
to spell your name in morse code too
when I see your face, and feel warm embrace
I just can't stop from grinning
Because this all feels so right
as it has right from the beginning
but you still give me those buterflies
and every time a little part of me dies
to make way for all the love I've found
having you in my life
you are the one
that makes loving fun
and I just want to shout it
you plus me
equals my everything
and there ain't no doubt about it

crystal lavender tears
that melt as dewdrops
in honeysuckle fields. They’ve
cried them for years.

Buterflies cry
a kaleidoscope of colors
in patterns of green, blue, red
purple and yellow. They've cried
them over every gal and fellow.

Butterflies cry
in flits of beaming light
that dance in the shadows
of shimmering moonlight. They've cried them
all night.


Butterflies cry
all by themselves, spreading
their wings to cover their felt. Their tears stick
like glitter to all that they touch.

Butterfies cry not often but much.

There is a brimming cup of rapture
When the blooms bow for buterflies;
There is a cup for me, too, the sucker
If you let me kiss thy lips of sweeties