Realms

From a hedge spinning cocoons, orange butterflies, pressing, around me and then new sky, clear sky, bird high in clouded form, realm of blackbird and magpie song,

How do I send this picture to your phone?

In your car, in this enchanted realm, you’re a vision of Queen Maeb herself: stately, sorrowful, something immortal hidden in modern shades,

How do I show you that vision of the faerie realm – in a Facebook post? Your faerie spirit flitting like a butterfly at sight of me?

And my strong yogin body, excited too, how does this enchanted realm flow from my body into you?

How does the message get thru, that you’re my dream woman?

My obsession, your obsession, so close, so far,

And what realm are you in, g, that I cannot get near thee?

Orange butterflies don’t take me away from her!

Orange butterflies, release me into,

Realm of jagged shell echoes, and far longing in endless sand dunes, and glass sea looking for you,

Nothing I can do, but bring my spirit, picking up on the way, my strong spirit bearing gifts on its way, its journey to you