A little watercolor of another 'flutterby' One of the easier fun ones ... like when you were twelve and you found that special page in your coloring book ...and time stood still
I am invisible like a stone on the beach it is only when you pause when you are bent deep yourself on days like these that you will see me if you have patience enough to gather waste that has littered my shore you will eventually find me I am not like the others
Hold me on moonlit nights that you may feel my texture my warmth and when it is time to return me there you will have found my space has shifted shallowed with time so there is nothing left but to carry my weight my solid weight in your mind poem by annie