Poetry in Motion

It just so happens

that he was in fact

her poetry

He was her poetry

for everything was him

within writing

of the nature

of flowers of crystals

of cards and stars

His smile was like

a beam of sunlight

on rainy afternoons

His blue eyes were

easy to meet

Yet it was his soul

that was rare to find

A treasure that

she truly saw

As he spoke

the butterflies

flew over the moon

across the galaxy

all the way

to her heart

For his poetry

was not written on

paper or parchment

But in the swirling

depths of her

loving heart