Butterflies

The cocoons hatched.
The butterflies are back.
 It's okay if they unpack.
I've missed the feeling.
The prettiest storm leaves the rigor reeling.
Nectar for the butterflies, while the soul is healing.

My words are heavy, but i travel light.
I've got the butterflies ,
and the patience of a summer's night.
Fluttering toward your radiant sight;
The iridescence you emanate  gives power to our flight.

I've got a million butterflies, The hummingbird we seek.
Soft petals on hydrangeas, soft raindrops on her cheek.
I've got a million butterflies; hours, days and weeks..
I've got a million more words that i'll hope you let me speak.. .

heavy weight.

I understand the gravity, so i'll take the wait.
 I didn't misspell because these are not words.
They germinate from the warmth left from a heart once burned.
I am the air's dependent. The winds descendant, and the fire's pendant;
hanging on her every word.
I'm fragile, but I hold the wait.
Vulnerability is my strength.
Never in need, but I'll carry the weight.
I know my worth. I know yours too.
I know the skin; the eyes, the soul. They're true.
I know the future's no guarantee. The unbalanced wings of sanity;
I hold these moments like gravity, And leave you with all I have in me.