Wandering Spirits

This drum, drum, drumming
oh so gentle within us
… an echo breathing

This subtle fire deep within
bleeds its life story
giving our souls reasons to breathe

This chance to dance within light
is born when we smile
… an echo breathing

Love
within
us
… an echo breathing

Love’s nightingales

Shadows do not diminish
when the sun’s bloom wilts
they merely fade into themselves
; chameleons of this butterfly world

White it shines
as it flits
landing almost
a kiss
almost an enchantment
upon solitude
upon memory

Songs, dreams and soft thoughts
these butterflies do not diminish
they are love’s nightingales
; a kind of paradise

Moonbeams
shine through
silent awakenings
to land, perhaps
upon a kiss
upon a
spark of magic
to whisper
… to paint

How is it you do not diminish
is it because your butterfly heart
echoes this fragile beat of mine
; glass, stained