Papillon Dreams
Of course it was a blasted butterfly.
I saw its midnight-black wings, sharply speckled with the sun's yellow.
I saw it, and regarded it incredulously. "It's nothing," I told myself. "Nothing". Just a poor creature seeking refuge from the afternoon heat in the garage.
And then, like the chorus of a thousand cataclysms conspiring to return the world to spring, there you were.
Persephone's messenger had heralded your arrival.
There you were, walking towards me, solar beauty forcing me to look away, while the gravity between us pulled my gaze onto you.
That smile, that smile that would make me launch ten thousand ships without hesitation, returns to me. It fills me with an indescribable warmth which chases away the cold tendrils of anxiety that have gripped me since last we met.
But this wasn't the end of my good fortune. That radiant smile was followed by an embrace. What is it like to be held by a goddess of spring, the sun made flesh? I could be the greatest weaver of words who ever walked this earth and I could not do it justice.
But to try...
It was as if time stopped in every other universe to witness this moment in ours. It was as if we were back in the garden, where our souls recognized each other for the first time.
But most of all, it was peace.
The promise of a port to a ship in a hurricane. The warmth of a fire burning in the hearth on a winter night. The safe arms of a lover after a vicious battle.
My love, I now know that spring will return for us again. I know not how, why, or when. And yet, with these words, I call it into being. Come back to me, and let me come back to you.