drunk butterfly

sometimes butterflies get tipsy

Tag: future

Dublin in Spring

Wind me up
Like a vine
Around you close.
Weave your limbs through me
And turn the sky a Technicolor grey.
Fill me with your milkshake–
So blue.
Sink like syrup into our gate
Break the lock, let no one in–
Climb into us
Our flat so warm
Our future now here
Our plans realized.

Love Today


Love today
wait —
maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s here —
then another gone
then
Love!
Yesterday…
yesterday’s Love,
far away
away from today
of all days
when I need it most.
Maybe tonight?
Tonight is gone —
as is my Love;
yesterday’s Love
so out of reach!
Trying to remember when
yesterday’s Love was
tomorrow’s…
If i could get back to
tomorrow
will i get my Love back?
Would tomorrow’s Love
from yesterday’s
be today’s?
Wait…
And then i wait —
and yet again wait.
And try to remember
to Love today –
catch Love today,
keep Love today,
hold Love today,
live Love today,
hope there is Love today!
That it doesn’t get lost
in yesterday
or in anticipation of tomorrow.
Wait…