"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Butterrfly Cupid

Butterfly Cupid spoke to me
in her poems.
The words reaching me
where magic’s light
had been extinguished.

How did she know me?
Was she at the door
of  my soul listening,
my heart’s burden
felt in hers.

A simple question
“Have you written
anything lately?”
began to draw
out the prose hidden
inside my heart.

With courage I sent
my poem to a beauty
who stirred me to
believe I could dream again.

Love’s tendrils began
to bond our hearts.
Romance bloomed
where desolation
was once my soul’s residence.

A magic spell carried on wings,
Butterfly Cupid awakened
the poet in me
through her verses.

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