When the Butterfly Flutters
The clouds of turmoil spread on the dank sky
cast shadows congealed in the closet of life…
dark inside for it encases the moonless winter night.
I know it’d try and try till the last star fades away
to daub opaque layers of self-defeating beliefs…
love is a volatile mirage the desertified mind follows
in vain… a folly, lesson one doesn’t learn till the heart breaks…
the silver lining of storm clouds is happenstance of illusion
for nothing shines in the dreamless night.
In the wasteland while I gather the pieces of my heart
a sparkling sapling spreads jade arms from the rocky cleft…
perchance it’s uprooted…gets dried in the arid gale of neglect
I make for it a protective niche I never knew I could…
that’s when I hear what the southern wind whispers…
you’d come wafting through the spring air…the zephyr of love.
The sapling I nursed has grown…flowers now in beguiled beauty
tinged with the colors of the sunburst dawn…life’s new day…
that’s when I see a butterfly… it flutters over the flowers,
its designed wings draped with the tapestry of love
gleaming under my cloudless cerulean seamless sky.
Written : February 7, 2019
June 6, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 6
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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