When she flees from memory lane
A Snow flake lands on her eye lashes
Melts and mixes with tears
Her Heart breaks
The temptation persists
Spiral of Spring
The smell of spring pulls in
The nature of insolence still marching
Piles of wet fallen leaves debris, from last winter
Marching across her face
For the rest of her solo journey
She's ready
For the disobedient beauty and sentiment
unclothed, and divulged
Butterfly Lover
A butterfly dream sifting process
Time, the residue, caught at the net
All the esthetic zest and feelings escaped
The purified motions precipitate in timeless space
Beauty in command, and
Ferments in the brain, and vanishes
Without time to be the maker
Butterfly takes flight from its chrysalis, beauty freed,
With invigorating pour of thoughts, emotions and words
Beauty slackens and completes
In its perfect buoyant, and
Weightless form
Beauty flow astray
In the absence of time
