Can’t you see?

Can’t you see?

It is more than a tree…
It is more than a dream…
To me it is clear…
However, most people only see what they are told to see.

I open my eyes to rainbow light…
Life enters through the tip of my tail…
I jump, knowing someone will always catch me…
Today, I have decided, the butterflies belong to me.

I don’t need to write a letter to Dear Abbey…
Instinct is my counselor…
I can feel the answers in the air…
Floating like monstrous dancing clouds.

I have known you for a very long time…
We met in a place long, long ago…
Our spirits connected and then we were one…
Who knows the place and time, spirits never grow old.

You are more than a person…
Your life more than an instant replay…
That self-doubt you feel is just a loose floorboard…
Time to nail it down.

I love you,

Annie