Poem for her 564

Dear Readers,


Penny from heaven


The butterfly danced into the space
There was wings and grace
There was blonde hair noticed
There was the no sound made
Then the forced to look
There was a movement in my mind
A need to talk to a fresh anyone
The first words lost to time
The knowledge sure that female true
Then days and weeks and flow of dance
The stance is now of a flicker
The eye twinkle in your eyes
Your pictures on my phone and here
The penny of the stories not you
But the penny from Heaven Only you
My touch soft as feather fall
But yours softer still
The voice of your inner core
Soft soft sweet something soft
The sweet nothings fill the air
Flowing from wings and glow
Filling the air about you now
Filling the world of ours
Peace we share and Home we are


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.