flutter

flutter

sitting here,
my memory
unpacks your smile.

bright eyed
i push an invite
in light, to the cold glass
of my window.

their papery arrival
is softer than i can hear;
decorated whispers,
for a night
that belongs to a bending moon.

i tell them about you;
they listen, heads tucked in neat
beneath intricate wings.

whilst I sleep,
they will carry my whispers
in through your window,
unknown miles away.

may i flutter
through your dreaming, tonight.

as you flutter
through mine, by day.