Not Today...

Each day I mean to write ...

to say

this and that.

I stare at the empty page

and wish

I knew

which words 

to use

but not Today...

Emails to answer, bills to pay, not Today.

The treadmill of life has caught me, entrapped in the this and that.

If I had my way I would fly away... Today.

My butterfly day,

to land on the soul of those whose days are so affected

with illness, grief.... & pain

then briefly for a moment would steal a soul

redress the need for peace.

Return a soul

made better.

No need for words no speak.

So if a butterfly rests gently

beside your shattered soul

know that I may have been there

& in my dreams I speak..

of love

of life

& laughter....

Let me rest awhile & play

with shattered emotions

& mend them

whilst I stay

I may come in different guises

a butterfly I may not be

perhaps a shaft of sunlight

dancing on a leaf.

But if I pause & stay awhile

just know that I stopped by 

to say

 I have no words today....

no speak.