Butterfly

Butterfly…
Your beautiful wings,
The body I lusted over,
Never once was the message truly clear,
In the times that I held you dear,
For I was messed up,
But never, ever wanted to give you up,

Please don’t fly away, from me,

Your warmth, your touch,
I remember, your laughter,
I wanted to hear it so much,
Your tears would hurt me so,
If I could just hold you,
And never, ever let you go…

Please don’t flap your wings… stay with me,

For I need you, as you are worth… more to me,
More than flowers, as they will just die,
Don’t look me in the eye, as I will just cry,
For the boat that I missed, has already set sail,
It sails, far far away…probably never to return,
Will I morn its loss, will I ever forget? ?
Only time will tell I guess, but love always leaves a mark,
But the difference is, this time… it’s to close to my heart…
Fly away pretty butterfly, as I now set you free…
But please, please…don’t ever forget your time with me…

SUN

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere,
in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

The Seagull !!!

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly