The day was grey-blue, echo of your eyes;
sky filled up with promise of rain,
and we waited for beloved petrichor.
Lemon yellow and speckled black,
a noble friend
your flaxen strands and flexed its wings.
What dreams did she bring, my darling?
Do you know how often
I dream of the daylight that dances
upon your face?
Formed inside my body, you are
gusting love from
you speak your truths.
Honor your heart always, baby girl,
and you’ll always be rewarded with
and the butterflies
will flock to you,