Floating

Windows always find the sun
glassy, reflection radiated.
Swim in the bubbles, lightly,
lest they break. If the flowers
distort, pay no mind. Float.
Strong cotton clouds, woven
freely into braided water air.
A content cat at play, has
no desire to kill. Nowhere
rivers flow from the south,
snake to the north,
frozen backwards. Progress,
right around the bend. Gold,
just behind the boulder.

For Vennessa~

Gone into the set sun
a melted butterfly, dove headfirst;
water's reflection mistook
earth, as sky. Wings, shadows,
slipped  into night. We curse life,
for creating
such a fragile thing,
awed that, beauty, once,
flitted by us~

~Sabrina