you
ethereal love
the strength of
translucent skinned
flower pedals
paper wings
and bird bones
an intricate tapestry
a web heavy with glistening tears
captured
from thin air spirits
bathed in
soft sighs of
a paper moon morning
and the soft sound of
underwater rain
you
the color dust of
butterfly wings
the shimmer swirl of
pellucid rainbow
madness in bubbles
delicate and defiant all at once
you
like the butterfly
are strong enough
to live without pieces of yourself
and partly torn wings
and like a bubble
your rebellious spirit
laughs at gravity
it barely considers its impossibility
of flight
~A.M. Troester, Delicate Strength (A Muse’s Aspirations)
