Butterflies and
wonder eyes,
hummingbirds caught
in my throat.

A thousand birds flying through
the sky is white noise
upon close examination, i find
that the thought of you fills
me with joy.

may we never be complete,
but completely free.

in the untelling i feel the
pace of your pulse.
in the midst of your mind
i've found a nest, feathered
and soft, your eyes
have their quiet, in the center of
ecstatic yearning there is a note
only you can play.

© 2004 : Jenny Ryan