by Uschi Lou
Oh my lovely lovelies, float along on the wind. Dream softly of summer sun before winter rakes you in. Nothing can call your mind away from its deepest hopes; therein lies the strongest desires never uttered into quite hearts. Eyelashes brush against your cheek when they’re closed; two beautiful crescent shapes softly flutter closed. Don’t touch the butterfly’s wing, elst she cease to fly again. Just silently behold the delicate stirring of the air, that we can scarcely comprehend but we know in our heart’s imaginations.