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your butterfly wings
travel far
and in between
your shadow -holds
precious dreams
go -fly among unknown trails,
mountain peaks.

I’ll be here -waiting
to mend your tattered heart
should you return
cocoon beginnings
a fresh start
Moon-glow beams
my spirit at your feet.

The Dunes, April 2017


Posted in Poetry

spoken from within

She is no good
her words and deeds
ebb and flow
cast about for him
relinquished to fate.


Fingers stroking
she felt his hands
touch her thoughts
whispers of dew
riding the air.


He is no good
the heartache
Her, the ocean’s shore
he walks blindly along
swallowed in his pride.