I was lost in a collage of lilies, roses, and weeds,
A field drifting toward freedom as, forgotten,
Flowers were left to fulfill wild aspirations.
I saw a scarlet butterfly perch on the tip of a blooming lily.
Petals and wings were open, showing twin patterns
Of color and shape and negative space.
I saw you across the glamour and pollen,
Standing on a path of clover and stone,
Your welcoming smile mirroring mine.
You waved as I did, two friends or lovers,
Strangers, in truth, and we
Began our journey toward each other.
You spoke your mind, and I spoke mine,
Lips shaping and sharing our pasts and dreams.
Our words were simultaneous; Our eyes were shy.
You saw the shape of the way that we stood,
And the gravel and grass beneath our feet.
Shadows joined as distance shrank for our embrace.
We parted and I turned, my eyes seeking wings
As they rose in a cloud of beauty, delicate and strong.
In their place, a beginning was planted, a seed of words.
We each felt the magnetic pull from behind
And turning, we absorbed each other’s gaze,
Each echoing a wave, goodbye, for now.
Lucidity Lamb 