Overcast...

Drowning in cold grey...

I pay the piper for past sunshine

Paid for joy spent... with interest...

The cost is so high.

The weight taxes my heart into deep red.

I can feel my soul today.

A tangible round presence in my chest...

And it's bleeding...

Just a note...

I am breathless.. 
My mind is teeming with the most clearly defined images
Your sound fills my heart 
The quick air, the low rhythm, the warm smile 
You bring out the deep seed in me that creates 
With language 
With melodies to your harmony 
With longing 
How can one be in such awe of another 
as I am of you 
It should be outside the realm of possibility
To know so much of humanity 
And still be surprised 
Yet, here I gaze at the tall dream of you
The expanse of everything you are
I'm lost in it
Basking in the glow that is your poem
Your voice 
Your presence 
I can't catch my breath...
Are butterflies still possible?