My dearest Monterey butterfly. And a beautiful Kelli Moyle song.

My dearest Monterey butterfly.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.)

She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little.

I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone wanted to get close.

She adored the sea; she loved to dance alone on the Monterey Bay seaside.

I told her dear Angela, love and men are thieves. Always wanting more.

Please sit with me and we can hold silence. Wait for reasons to be alive.

She liked me, I was like her in my need to be free and I told her.

Freedom is very costly; freedom steal away from the things we need.

Her dark brown eyes looked into my eyes and she asked me.

How did you desire to be alone, not needing the attention of people?

I told her, comes a time, where we need less voices and more silence.

We learn love is rare and we need more friends than lovers.

Can not have everything, we need to do the things we love.

She held my hands and she told me. Johnnie, you are my last friend.

I feel dirty and so tired. I have become invisible to the world and I am glad.

You can see me, Johnnie. I told her. We gain great wisdom when we do not care about the opinions of others.

Life is a folly and we will fall down often before we know. What we need.

Angie took my hands and we went to the sea. I embraced her and we danced for the Spring moon.

She told me. Thank you for the kindness, thank you for your friendship.

John