(Art by Eve)
you are a million-note masterpiece,
a symphony of chords that have never sounded before,
and you are a song that will never exist again.
(art by Eve)
there was a picture i found on the barn floor
that i never took;
a tribute to three slices of a butterfly wing
that will never fly again.
just like that sunset that won’t die again
for the wound will bleed differently tonight.
was it wrong
that i kept it to myself?
but then the wind took it
and it was gone.
sunlight sifts dust particles in a kaleidoscope of gold
while winding roots rhyme with a breathless breeze
my mind waterfalls at your feet
let the water slip slowly through your fingers
because it is mine