POETRY | thebarefootbutterfly

Where

Where the leaves on wispy twigs almost brush the sky where the soul of ancient trees on endless plains rule the rhythm of your daily life...

Down at the riverbank where the grass caresses your feet and the wind is humming its tune I had a dream.... A dream of weathered cabins...

You came in. Turned my life inside out. Then the outside in takes over A glance wide open a sound too many. Too much out forgotten in and...

You arrived yesterday night for your passing over in the thought and presence of people who really care no matter what no matter who...

I wish we would have known each other more and less I wish our souls would have been allowed to connect some more I wish the mirror we...

Neptune Neptune you planet, milky blue shiny transparent floating weightless, so airy and yet so dense on our lives. Remote in the depth...

Past notions engraved in stone, deep inside. No place for butterflies. Caged in, wounded wisps on their ornamented wings. Incapable of...

Welcome to my world! A place where your voice is heard and counted when everywhere else angst and silence is the only language known and...

The wind comes from the west, boldly humming his tale of weathered old cottages staring onto the glassy surface of the cold Atlantic sea...

The water throwing back the reflection of a past dusty and bitter tasting still very alive in the being of yourself Hiding in the dense...