distant words

distant words
land softly
on my heart
from another time
before
and a yearning
becomes
a burning need
for words
to come again
but this is just
extravagance
for I have all
in the now

butterfly dreams

so soon
holidays slip away
routine returns
and weariness
becomes
my friend again
my aching eyes
yearn
for the softness
of sun-kissed
butterfly wings
and glint
on shining demoiselle
as carefree squirrels scamper
‘mongst the fiery blooms
yet PC screen
is all they see
and tired
is all they are