Soft wings fluttering like blinking eyes reining in tears.
Round and round it went,
To a spot where it wanted to perch.
A spot high up on a wall.
Such vivid hues of crimson, mustard and whites.
Stark black lines resembled spiders web.
A fine work of art on a fragile butterfly.
How pretty and abstract it looked against a black wall.
A spot on the wall that glowed.
Slowly the hours ticked by.
Strangely it stayed on the same spot.
Like a North star speaking to me.
Inviting, mesmerizing but out of reach.
Corner of my eyes, a spark.
Turned my head to look up.
A shooting star drew a white line across ultra bluemarine sky.
If that was you saying your hellos?
A glow from the wall, piercing the sky
spiralling towards me, through my eyes..
into my heart....
A gush of warmth poured over me.
I Thanked you
and I miss you so..