The Soul Of A Butterfly…

I sit with my back pressed against

A tree as I gaze into the brook at

My feet and become lost in its depths…

A breeze like a living thing, briefly caresses

My face and is gone

In the brook the mirrored image of “Butterfly”

Presents itself to me. I turn toward her

As she sits beside me and her lips touch

Mine in a tender, silent, greeting…

Few words pass between us, for the need is for none.

My fingers manage to convey their thoughts

As they trace the gentle outline of her cheek,

The meaning of her hand as it trails its

Way across the back of my neck is unmistakable.

And yet, if you were inclined to doubt, all you

Need to do is gaze into the depths of her eyes.

Warm pools of liquid brown are they.

Twin mysteries imploring you and daring

You to explore them

Twin diamonds that can sparkle mischievously

Like the eyes of a little girl or radiate the

Maturity of a full grown woman.

Twin mirrors, behind which lies the soul,

The Soul of a Butterfly…

Tender…delicate…loving…

                                ...Samishii Suzume~…