Spinning Butterflies

The whisper of your voice
Pressed to my ear in darkness
Chanting fairy tales and recitals
Of many moons passed
The warmth of your hands
Lull me to silence while
Spinning butterflies divide,
Spread like warm riversides
Running through centres of
Connections.....
Buried in hazy head

We lie
We lie

D
O
W
N

On seeds crushed

We lie
Don’t we?

As proud weeds rise
Gracefully in their unflattering bloom
Growing flowers none-the-less
Awaiting atonement in sun’s tomb
How cold can it become?
Before you and I fold
Disappearing like ghosts
In brilliant rays of love.