the butterflies are coming
I can hear their wings
touching my heart
calling me home
again and again
I am free
alone
inside my mind
singing the dance of creation
and into the dawn
I find myself alone
singing to the air
and we dance
upon the breast
of the mother
sharing ourselves
with everyone present
………………………..
the turtle
swims to the surface
inside the womb
she is waiting
for me to emerge
…………………………..
where do they dance
the ladies of the night
northern lights
flickering in my mind
rainbow women
twirling their airy forms
making love to the sky
dancing with the mist
celebrating bliss
I wonder
where they go
when the dance is done
© Morgine Jurdan