Butterfly

Taken to the air
Many fell bats
  Of wings and prayer
The heavens beckon
  Still the world contains
  No matter the beauty
   Or freedom deserved
   And these wings so frantic
    For flight
A flutter
And airs dance
Should the skies bring rain
To the wing
   The water clings
From the space of not
To the time below
The wind is harsh
And the wing must surrender
Even at a last attempt
   Of flutter
Upon a dampen leaf
Tendril legs stand
Even as in air
As here
   Beauty sings
   For all to hear
Then to fly
The butterfly

Blue eyes

The softest blue eyes
 peering from behind a single ringlette
 framed by a moistened eye
 then tears to drop and run
  across the smoothest rosy cheek
  stopping, just briefly
 just near
 the pretties smile
 This racing heart
 and wanting eyes have ever seen
Because words carry more weight than actions
Because I never wanted to say the wrong things
 or the right
 too soon
Because I love you so much
 "I love you" had found it's way from that corner of
  my mind
  the corner no one knew existed
  until I to you
  words, I love you, echoed
 a very short air space
 to your ears, and
Your smile, so pretty and warming
 and eyes, those eyes
 that so easily have seen through me
  soft and blue, you, and
 Your embrace, or more;
  our embrace and
 through just as much space and air
  "I love you too"
  . . . I love you too