Inside Her Thoughts
the hinge squeaked to your voice
my gait erect i step beyond the pale
venturing to touch the falling petals
from the stem of your mind’s words.
What lay before in a mirrors dream
was what lay inside myself.
I desired to reach beyond the wood
where uncertainly smiles
They flutter on the wings
of crazed butterflies seeking
a home, upon which to grow.
I saw in you all I hear in me.
(C) Frank McGivney 06.02.15