Some days I learn nothing
much more than a dew drop
upon a butterfly's back
and I step forward slowly
never quite knowing
if tomorrow I might fly
Yet with eyes brighter
I look forward into the sun
squinted at the brilliance
of my own heart beating alone
as it always has
at the center of my universe
pulsing with you my mirrors
reflecting what is not me
nor you but only the one
like a rainbow prism
shimmering like sunrise
in the dawn of our divine weaving
as together we shuttle our soft wills
Yet if you mistake
that which is granted so sweetly
as if what you hold belongs
in your hands like a captive wish
you will find it vanish into nothing
as love leaks away when held tightly
and only in giving it away freely
without so much as a wish
can you know it fully deep
or have it at all inside
for captive it dies like a flower
plucked away from its stem
warn yourself then
as your pretty face reflects
itself in the mirror of an old soul
to stand guard over nothing and freely give
what you once thought you owned
in order to have nothing and everything
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