I haven’t been following the twitter poetry prompts much lately, but this morning I did a whole clutch of them, and they flowed one into the other beautifully.
Photo ©Jess Mann
Face to the sun,
a smile on your lips,
stars of fortune in your eyes,
you march lightly into tomorrow,
without me.
Tortuous it was,
the road back,
but you came,
walking on broken glass,
hands empty but for all my love
that you’d kept next your heart
wrapped in cloth of gold.
I knew you’d come
despite your words,
I know your heart
better than you,
because butterflies fill the garden
and swallows the sky.
I play the muse
to your uncertainties,
take your hand
to show the way.
Follow me, love,
For I only know the way
of the heart.
Even in the blackest night,
hope burns bright in a tiny star.
Look how it plunges into my open hands,
your face, your smile,
reflected.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Such a beautiful flow, as you said. One melting into the next. ❤
Sometimes it happens like that, all the prompts going in the same direction.