Words

White butterflies greet me 

a magnificent life leads me 

I intend to craft worlds beautifully 

each word a caress 

a kiss 

an invitation to bliss 

Creation mirroring creator 

a true artist 

the way the breath of Sunday afternoon feels

like an acoustic guitar’s strings 

toyed with 

by anointed ballerina fingers 

And how chirping birds open the portal

Then sing,  

Leap! 

And trust that you can fly 

These words are currency 

Ocean language 

They deify