One Early Summer Eve

You alighted on my shoulder
One early summer eve
Butterfly of significance
Creature of motifs

Your court you held with open wings
Meeting my eye with ease
Butterfly of prerogative
Master of prestige

The moment lasted just long enough
Then you must be on your way
Butterfly of destiny
Ambassador of faraway

The lowly on the food chain
Journey a thousand miles
Butterfly of humility
Sister to the skies

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Star Dust

I think that I am heart and soul
But I’m told I’m made of star dust
My essence formed of earthenware
The matter of ten billion years

Who compressed us in a little ball?
Then ignited with one breath –
All dreams, all futures – tiny dots
Dispatched with ne’er an afterthought

The same who promises to discard
The dark glass we view the world through
And the full extent of Majesty
Will descend on us like gravity

Dreams

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed you were alive
You walked into the room – you said
Here – the rules do not apply

When sorrow bruises an open wound
And longing cuts deep and wide
Permission is hereby granted
To step across the great divide

Just who am I to thank?
He Who giveth and taketh away?
You smile gently – Do not resist
A humble soul gives sway

Jacob wrestled – and prevailed –
Dreams sustain the cosmic core
I open my eyes as morning breaks
All is as was before

Betta Bride

Something tells me I am more
A stirring in my soul
A quiet recognition
And my heart begins to roll

You ask me for a lifetime
Is it mine to give?
The scorn and straps of ages past
Held me down in the abyss

I climb despite the veil and harness
And touch the midnight dome
Glass is but a handy mirror
Reflecting the rising dawn

You are kind and generous
I will be your betta bride
But, my love, keep your distance
Watch me swim against the tide

Letting Go

The saddest thought I ever had
Is buried deep inside
Below the silent sands of grief
A million oceans wide

I thought that in the days to come
A tidal wave full force
Would set you down right at my feet
A miracle of sorts

Horizons are a distant gamble
Mirages abound
Truth is my confessor
Brutal and profound

Sadness I can swallow
Self-pity entertain
But letting go the dream of you
Will drive me pure insane

Immaculata

Immaculata, full of grace
Obedience is a softer shade
Courage is the reason why
Never let them see you cry

If you follow her down darker streets
From nightmares you will shrink and shudder
And meet bitter heartache before now unheard
Devotion is a loaded word

Immaculate woman, save the day
Mercy is your sword
Pierce the core of every heart
Gather all exiles along the way

Yesterday

If yesterday knocked at my door
I wouldn’t miss a beat
But step right back into the past
And all my shadows greet

Who would chide me otherwise –
The elephant in the room?
Regret is your inheritance
That plagues you to your tomb

I’d rather lay my cards out
And – bound by certainty –
Retreat and chase the transient
Than ponder eternally