Falling beads of sun  .  .  .
Butterfies hover in dusk,
  .  .  .  Daylight flickers out.

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.

i am from pastel purple easter eggs,
princess dresses covered in glitter
— the kind that gets itself everywhere, all over the floor as i spin around and around while singing along to the jonas brothers at the top of my lungs.

i am from that little yellow house on morningwood ( the only one with the triangle roof ) that we would leave to go to disney world, kentucky, georgia, the moon
— anywhere mom wanted.

i am from nana's spaghetti, splattered all over the offwhite velvet dress i got that christmas morning as i watch any and every disney movie while sat on my belly in front of the tv.

i am from crying at fireworks; the sound not the sight. running after butterfies in the backyard as the sun dips deeper in the suburban sky.

i am from the seemingly little things that some might consider childish. sure, they are, but these memories fill me with happiness.

dorothy was right. there is no place like home.

theres a secret garden i dream about each night
so very far away hidden out of sight
a garden full of fantasy colorful and bright
such a lovely place that fills me with delight

there are lots of fireflies lighting up the night
fairies with there wands dressed up all in white
there are lots of butterfies with multi  colored wings
flying all around joy oh what joy it brings

lots of different flowers yellow blue and red
showing of there blooms in there flower bed
such a lovely place full of of fantasy
my little secret garden that in my dreams i see