Gossamer wings

You brushed my life, with gossamer wings

Held captivated by your promises of things

Then you flew away, leaving an indelible mark

A gap, a need, a place that felt so dark

Changing my soul forever, all for naught

But the life cycles of butterflies are short

From this memory springs

Love,Yearning,Sadness, Learning and Strength

By Mary

I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.