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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
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#983712 added April 2, 2024 at 1:06pm
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white winged (MV)
I hope you know darling
I can't be the wild garden butterfly
haphazardly flapping white wings
before your aromatic hyacinth,
lily of the valley bell sprays,
amid spring tulips daring symmetry
and other hand-me-down heirlooms
longing my tender hands weed, divide,
surround your beautiful, wide eyes
envisioning eternal symphony, nearing
like infinity, in an instant taken
by storm, gnawing rodents and bespecked
insects with voracious appetites.

I'll be white-winged wherever you are,
flowing but separating from our past
to move beyond, fading forgotten into
the blue, clouded vault of mystery --
beyond the dust of towering pine
swaying, judging -- and below the ground
with soil ever-loving, always nurturing
our shared desire of blooms sprouting,
and graceful garden butterflies showing.


Coda
The most beautiful melody at memorial
you can't hear is playing in my ears
while we share a bench alone eternally.
You clutch my hand as if knowing my
suffering here in silence on earth,
while we stay together, apart, or in
bed each night as you tenderly clutch
my soul's remains. My eyes are only
for the spinning ceiling fan whooshing away
sounds repeating in my tiresome head,
eroding guilt I cannot fully love you
until I know you celebrate me again.

I've come to realize I broke the vision
you had for me, of a silent knight
long ago, when the white steed suddenly
died at your distressed feet...when
you realized I was now the helpless one,
and you would have to shoulder me
from then and beyond every tomorrow
until I'm ash scattered on breezes
landing me in the hopeful, morning bed
with delightful things I never had eyes
to appreciate, like your longing
for my soul's return to you, darling. *Butterfly2W*



5.16.20

"Dirt Buffet (It Is Your Fault)

Tell me I don't belong among you; give me a real reason and I swear if it's honest, fair and true, I'll go.

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