Each cup of nectar
for me you filled
tasted entirely different,
but did just the same.
transported my spirit
out of the planet, on
ethereal wings of light.
Every time I drank it
I swooned and forgot,
everything other than
the love you poured on.

Inebriated by a love
I never had a chance
to define, I can't think
you and I as two
entities different,
oh! my lover immortal.
No other lover
would have done
what you to me is doing
Your absence as a  person
never did bother me
you are the one reigning
within, wordlessly speaking
I can see how your eyes gleam
the moment, I just think of you.

A song like King David sang and everyone heard
It’s the sweet song sang in every mother tongue;
A perfumed speech is heard sweeter than nectar
wreaths round each patch of earth as part of a tongue
in all different variations, directions it’s singing!
  
Mathematically comped that rhythmically span
fashion in both or you choose science or arts.
It’s a lyric sang with finest curvy swaying dance
feel the quivers deep down into the atomic level
still the various motions in various directions turn on,  
nowhere near that look drawing a pause!

My car
had been
drizzled
in honey
coloured
leaves
during the
night.

My son
and I
made a
spectacle
of how
the gold
fluttered
off into
the wind,
like a
hundred
monarch
butterflies
through
grey
streets.

I tilt
the rear
view mirror,
waiting for
lights to
change.

His soft,
buttery face
reflected
back at
me.

I wonder
how it's
possible
that such
a small
person
has the
power
to halt
the sand
through an
hourglass,
to awaken
sunflowers
by the
moon,
to derive
nectar
from a
stone.

What other
name
is there
for a
person
of such
power
than that
of a bird
which
arises
from its
own
ashes.

What life does
A butterfly see
Pretty black
Fleeting eyes

Butterfly vision
Unquenched love
For flower's colored vista
Though I expect

They often think
They are solely
Living a short life
Only eating and pooping

Defined as
Caterpillar forever
Or, does their mind
Metamorph also

Now, it's little brain
Like the angel's
Holds thought to fly
Released to drift free

Astonished to rise
Chasing flower's nectar
Until too dark to see
Or bloom unrevealed

Anyway, as it is
Seen by you and me
A soaring glory
Of handiwork divine

Absolutely
A life sublimed

©  2017 Jim Davis

.

Have you helped a butterfly ever
Fragile, delicate, creatures are they
Fluttering bravely, through tempest
Hoping life, til morrow's winds

Entrance to life as tiny things
Growth to most ugly well defined
(During those caterpillar days)
Morphed to beautiful in wonders

Sometimes, passing by, our lives
With barely, hardly, any notice
Although, if we stop, to closely look
Discover, they are the coolest

Searching woods, field, prairie
For life's, delicate, bright, flowers
Giving sustenance, as sweet nectar
For life's wing, and heart beats

Mostly, their life is some shorter
Than the average span of time
Although, some, like some of us
Live only no more, of a moment

Knocked out of the world's air
Often, by hard blows unseen
Without care, we remark
They're just lying there, still

Whilst some soar, as eagles
Or buzz, like bees and wasps
Some of us, are blissfully happy
Simply butterflies, floating through

Pause,,, your hectic busy days
Take a moment, be a flower today
Give out a bit of life's sweet nectar
To butterflies, aloft in the winds

©  2017 Jim Davis