CAMELOT FANTASIES

A black sparrow visited my window sill
Messages whispered for only I could hear
Clouds spoke to me in visions across the sky
The cycle held highs and lows
It's only been half a year
I fear not the sparrow
It's my visions of black butterflies
In my peripheral vision that alert me
The sixth sight elevated
Has prevented me from being caught
By the straight and narrow
A round peg can be forced into a square peg
Even though it doesn't fit
Judging me for not accepting your bull ****
Walking away on my last leg
My normal may be abnormal to you
Sparrows, butterflies, dogs, cats
Communicate in ways that can penetrate my eyes
Allowing what's felt by the soul
Spirit + his entourage
Convey their stories whole
Takes time for me to decipher
It all falls to belief + trust
Gifts befitted to deliver

~Divine