her, because she makes life poetry…

her, because she makes life poetry, she turns every bit of it into art

her, because she makes life poetry, she turns every bit of it into art – butterflies rising poem

to know the shape of you, without having to lose my own…

i'm here wanting to know the shape of you, without having to lose my own

wanting to know the shape of you, without having to lose my own – butterflies rising poem

i’m such a soft lover… and a wild wanderer but i think you’re where all of me finds home

i’m such a soft lover… and a wild wanderer but i think you’re where all of me finds home – butterflies rising poem

when you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul

when you can feel the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul – butterflies rising poem

i said, “i want to learn to trust you, but i don’t know how.” – butterflies rising poem

on your own is where your wildflowers grow

on your own is where your wildflowers grow – butterflies rising poem

there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself

there is this stunning breathing rhythm in a woman learning to love herself – butterflies rising poem

this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding

this is a growing season, of change, of turning, of shedding – butterflies rising poem

i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation for clarity

i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation for clarity – butterflies rising poem

the way you are… how much you feel, how you move, how you love… you are such light. such brilliant light

you are such light. such brilliant light – butterflies rising poem