The Butterflies Touch my Soul

Baby Blue, My Butterfly Moon, and The Rose Petals of the Moon

Baby Blue, My ButterflyGirl

Even if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon

no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving without even knowing but seeing everything as it is going and bringing the flowers to the petals of your garden where I can open the gate to your castle cobblestone steps of your front door and the magic of the petals that make me love having you even more and the moon of our time makes the hourglass hum a word where the birds are chirping and I am wishing even without kissing it will just be the hopes and the dreams of the future of you and me.

The secret to the moon of rose petals

The secret to the moon guided by the view of you that is stamped in my heart like a butterfly tattoo where the morning is the crisp blue sky air and even though I am not there I am still the rose petals of the moon that fit in the braids of your hair and the dresses you love to wear when worshipping every sound that you hear and turning every piece of the paintings I draw of you into the me of the one who was born under the moon and captured the trinket of the fairy dust and landed the girl that was tattooed with rose petals of love and hidden stories.

The final wish of the midnight moon

The final wish

you asked for a kiss

and a handwritten letter

with thoughts of us

under the midnight blue

of the hidden voice of the love of a moon.

The Baby Blue Butterfly

The butterfly became the baby blue

the magic of the words that left my piano

of the songs of the painting that I wrote out as lyrics

to you and all that came with a voice that was tied

to the only dreams I could see of the night

and that was you and me inside

of the baby blue of the butterflies.

Flying with the wind

How to get the roses to fall

And how to get the rose petals to love

But most of all how you get the roses to fall

And fly with the wind of the sunset sky.

The rose petals of the blue

The rose petals of the blue

You love how I touch the moonlight of you

To be the point where I like to love a dreamless dream of you and me.

The Rebel Heart of Butterflies

The Rebel hearts

Come with the butterflies

And all that comes of the love

Of rose petals is the tender heart

Of the moon.

Baby Blue

Loving so much

Has me feeling you

And ever moment I can dream

Of what it feels like to love you too.

Staring at your eyes making me feel all the feels

Including all the ones that have me feeling so

Baby Blue.

Paint me as a picture of whoever I am

Paint me as whatever character you choose

Whether an artist who paints her own stories

or a musician that is played by the strings of her violin

and the fairytale of them all that dances like no one is watching

but quickly knows the behind the scenes of

the words to write the stories

and to her she is a writer of her own

dreams and desires.

Falling Leaves of the Memories

The fall of the summer

And the autumn of the leaves

Is the one of the things

That I love about the fallen memories.

The Baby Blue of the Butterflies Dream

Even if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon

no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving without even knowing but seeing everything as it is going and bringing the flowers to the petals of your garden where I can open the gate to your castle cobblestone steps of your front door and the magic of the petals that make me love having you even more and the moon of our time makes the hourglass hum a word where the birds are chirping and I am wishing even without kissing it will just be the hopes and the dreams of the future of you and me.