“There was a dusty road full of mystery.
It was enough.
Without your sparkle.
I would still,
Find my way.
I had the haunted night,
To awaken me.
The dewy morning on spiders’ webs.
The fort in the woods,
By a little creek.
Where gentle creatures lived.
Close to houses but far enough,
To exist in the quaint happiness,
Of gentle sunlight thru broken trees.
Where I too was allowed.
We creatures of the dawn,
Are drawn to ourselves.
And I was a sunbeam of solitude.
I would never find,
A place close to houses,
But not far enough,
To exist without the measure of shadows creeping.
I was the butterfly in the morning.
Chasing the sunlight.
The light purple one.
That landed in your hair in the Spring.
So light and true,
You never even knew,
I was there.
I can fly back to the creek in the morning.
While this winter was long,
And froze me still.
I have started to flutter again.
In a place,
Close to houses,
But far enough,
Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ Copyright 2018 all rights reserved
I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.