Ink and Butterflies: Poetic Journeys of Love and Time

Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen
Winding words that echo in this chambered heart within
Thoughts take flight on paper's wings, your memory their wind
These fancies fill blank pages where our story will begin
Verses bloom like flowers, blossoms opening for your gaze
Petals softly whisper of those gone but not forgot days
Stanzas grow in wild abandon, vines of poetry entwining  
All these letters, lines and words with your spirit aligning
Poem blooms, a garden where our love is realized anew
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Words cascade, a waterfall where our hearts braid together
Streams of consciousness, rivers run wild in stormy weather
Floods of feeling carry me away on tides of blue and grey
Your name etched on every page till the ending of my days
Thoughts tumble and flow free, tracing back to where we met
Two souls collided, worlds upended, we're together yet
Wave after wave of memories revisit shores of passing times
Rhythms ebb and flow to the moon's pull, the sun's warming chimes  
Currents strong, I'm swept away, awash in thoughts of you
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Ink bleeds into the page, seeping through like clouds dark and dense
Lightning cracks the sky above, thunder shakes the present tense
Words storm and swirl evoking moments etched into my mind's eye
Wind howls ferocious, stirs the leaves where faded photos lie
Trees dance in reckless chaos, twist and bend but never break
Branches strong yet supple, patiently the tempest take
Soon the clouds retreat, the air clears beneath a moonlit view
Leaves glisten with raindrops, earth refreshed with morning dew  
The storm has passed, the light shines through, my pen speaks true
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Words bloom softly as a spring rain, tender buds give way to bloom
Verses grow in wild abandon, wind through a tender garden's gloom
Delicate thoughts take shape and form, fragile vines begin to climb
Up trellises of memory, bedecked by the vines of time
Flowers of remembrance, seasons past preserved in scent and hue
The warmth of summer, chill of fall, even winter's stormy blue
Spring, a time of rebirth, as this poem comes to life anew
Blossoms of my longing heart unfurl their petals before you
Garden aglow in radiant light, my pen gives life and truth
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Metaphors melt like morning mist as sunlight floods the page
Scattering shadows, banishing the darkness from this battered cage
Bars made of loneliness, rusted, weak and warped with time
Creaking hinges breaking free, no longer trapped inside my mind
Words soar, take wing and fly past the confines of this cell
Gliding graceful, riding thermals high above my personal hell
Rising up to meet the sun, basking in your glowing grace
Floating free in memories of our secret meeting place
No more trapped by sorrows past, my pen sets me free
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

The ink flows languid, lazily looping lines of cursive script
Slanted letters leaning left and right, your name they try to encrypt
Cryptic sentences try to trap the secrets that we used to share
Mystic meanings read between the lines, hidden there with care
Verses speak in riddles, codes that only we could comprehend
Stories told in allegories, metaphors that never end
Doublespeak and secret tongues, the language of you and me
Quotes encapsulate our passions, intense intoxicating glee
In nuance and subtlety, truth emerges by degrees  
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

My pen engraves this poetry upon the tablet of my soul
Indelible impressions, inscriptions never to be made whole
Scars and tattoos marking up and down arms and legs outstretched  
Wounds of love gone unrequited, passion's fire unmatched
Verses veteran battles fought before you turned and left the war
Raw recruits took your place but none could heal the wounds so sore  
Medals forged in heartbreak's fire pinned upon this heaving chest
Badges of dishonor, courage fading as you laid your weapons down to rest
No banner left to march beneath, my pen bleeds unrest  
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Words wander, forest thick with trees obscuring the path ahead
Branches blocking out the light, no trail marks where we tread
Lost and searching, torn between the way forward or the way back
Compass spinning, blindly stumbling over twisted roots and tracks
Darkness falls swiftly, moon and stars concealed in shroud of leaves
Silent shadows stalking close, the night conceals yet deceives
Glimmers of faint firelight beckon through the gloom beyond
Hesitant steps drawn like moth to flame, danger lures me on
Seeking solace, safety, hoping you might guide me home  
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Pen flows swift, calligraphy inscribing memories tenderly kept
Ancient arts bring legends alive, the stories softly left unsaid
Myths and folklore, fables filling blank spaces between the lines  
Whispers on the wind recite the secrets of forgotten times
Tales once twisted now unraveled, tapestries depicted line by line  
Complex patterns interwoven reveal a life once intertwined  
Threads of harmony and discord, joy and sorrow subtly spun
Stories stitched in silk and satin, wars on ragged cloth were won  
Needle pulling thread, embroidery adorns this poet's road  
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Words unspoken, conversations cut short, letters left unsent
Apologies and accusations, words of love my pen has spent
Ink exorcised demons, drop by drop drained bitter pools of blame  
Dark clouds dissipated as truth and healing sunlight came
Hardened soils softened under forgiveness rains at long last poured
Walls eroded as the winds of change blew open hearts once closed  
Seeds of hope found fertile ground to send down roots and reach up  
Vines entwined where barbed wire fences once divided each of us  
Bridges built in metaphors span rivers once uncrossed
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Verses vent frustration, thunderclaps and lightning bright
Storms once swirling now abated, dissipated in darkest night  
Torrents gave way to trickling streams, waters calmed in morning light  
No more floods to tear down all that once stood brave and upright
Winds die down to gentle breezes, sky serene washed blue and white  
Dawn emerges bold and brilliant, blazing full with golden light  
Dark clouds break and sun beams through, warming cold hearts once more
Rainbows arc across the heavens, storms now graciously give o'er  
No more howling gales churn pages, stillness settles me today   
Every time the ink speaks of you, butterflies spill from my pen

Ink seeps slowly through the page just as light creeps over the hill
Darkness yielding to daybreak, the world awash in dawn's goodwill
Night gives way gracefully to morn, as pen gives way to life's flow
No more holding fast to lines once writ, forward progress best I know
Poems pinned like butterflies in shadowboxes, preserved yet dead
My heart must break free of paper's cage, look ahead not back instead   
Words may capture moments past but cannot halt time's endless pace
Memories must be lived again, not trapped in poems' embrace  
New days dawn, the past now finished, time to close this final page
Every time I think of you, my heart flutters free, untamed

The tides of time erode fragile shores of memory
Castles carved in cliffs collapse as waves wash debris
Sand foundations shift in storms, structures built too near the sea
Cannot weather winds and rain, nor stand eternity    
Yet words once etched remain indelible, tide and tempest defy
Verses rooted deep, foundations firm on stone and forged in fire
Weather every season, elemental chaos expires
Against their steadfast truth which ever shall inspire  
Those who come after, read the lines which long outlive the quill
Recording life's great passions, no force its imprint can unwill

Upon this rock words etched shall stand, though skies darkly conspire
Bolts of lightning strike, flames and floods seek to dire expire
Towers toppled, temples razed, words withstand world's dire ire
Towering tall when dust settles, forever they aspire  
Monuments honoring hearts united, chained in lock and key
Vaults securing life's rare treasures, love's most sacred mystery
Master craftsmanship in language building for posterity
Architecture sound, though worlds may pass will never debris
Marble coliseums strong preserve what is decreed right
Silent statues keep watch through darkest night

Though kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall, forever will our story live
Penned in epic poetry generations will retell    
Of bonds stronger than covenants, love defeating every foe
How we laughed at lightning strikes, as our roots deeper grow
Branching out across the stars, together we shall go
To explore new worlds, on journeys yet unknown
The heavens shall sing of our odyssey, never completed alone
For side by side, through perils we have grown
Into one tree, separate yet entwined intimately   
Together we endure, as time itself shall see  

Maps once drawn lead to lands long lost, undiscovered now they be    
Ancient routes overgrown, destinations faded fantasy  
Compasses confused, stars shifted in the firmament
Guideposts gone, trails long abandoned, steps retrace and circumvent   
While words guide true as Polaris, constant as circumpolar stars
Illuminate the way ahead, however strange the terrain mars  
Pen lights paper's blank void, shades of meaning shape the dark
Reveals wonders unseen, till sun ascends its curve of arc
Horizons ever-stretching, no limit to be embarked -     
Endless are the journeys we may take beyond margins once deemed bounds

The westward sun sinks low, horizons alight in flame    
Crimson canvas reflecting our glory, our failures the same
In dusk's purples, pride and pain blend in co-mingled shades  
Life's tragedies and triumphs, equal honors pen's point lades
As day bows gracefully to night, admitting all's refracted ray  
No filters alter truths exposed in sun's impartial array
Revealing complexity of soul, in luminous display  
Light and shadow balanced exquisite, entwined alway
No contrast can divide what fate's loom has interlay  
Dawn's rosy fingers paint the sky, celestial tapestry portraying essence rare

As waning moon surrenders stars their velvet curtained stage
And sailboats seek far harbors, no longer this shore engage
The midnight oil burned low, no words left to pen or page  
Quiet contemplation settles, senses calm, no more enrage
Nocturnal melodies soothe, as if this life they disengage  
Preparing spirit's journey beyond where lightning bugs engage
In nightly revelries, and fireflies all fears assuage  
While Luna's glow through willow boughs casts dreams presage
Of faerie lands now waking, night blooms open sacredgage  
My pen at peace, its purpose served, no more earthly tales to scribe