A poem I wrote early this morning…..about a dream I had… and after the rain had stopped falling

The dream boomed out,
shifting clouds
block a tempting sun.
Stars shoot,
with sadness at heart.

This flying pair,
through life and death –
nest in southern branches.
Not looking back,
for the story – or return.

Across the Yushan range,
flower seeking butterflies.
And love, worthy of desire –
flows like a stream.
Alive, again.