29/08/2026
At the Edge of Stillness
You come as a butterfly —
out of the blue,
lighgtly like a feather,
wearing purple against the azure aky
… of that summer
There is a quiet grace in your scent,
cool as the breath of a lake
beneath the fells,
and you carry the stillness of summer
wherever you linger.
I am enchanted
by the tender beauty of your toes,
those tiny, unhurried pas
that seem to touch the downy hair of earth
without disturbing it.
And I fall in love
with the ethereal of your fingertips—
so elegant, so fleeting,
like a portrait of peace on the lake water
I hold you,
you seem all but too fragile
for this world.
So I caress you gently,
as one might cup a butterfly
between two hands,
and breathe deeply—
the scent of lavendar,
The stilless of the lake,
The gentle glow of you.
Thank you
for being here with me.
And slowly,
as evening gathers on the hills
and the last light rests upon the fells,
I let myself drift
beyond the reach of thought—
and drown,
ever so gently,
in the deep and peaceful waters
of your presence.
