Butterfly and Wind

Butterfly soars over fields, backed by Wind’s power

Wind is restless; won’t yield, now adorned like a flower

The butterfly is overjoyed, as well as quicker and lighter in her dance

They act as one, in part by intention and part by happenstance

They live and move completely entranced

Locked within some never ending glance

The way they aid each other is perfect effortless

They soar and love

They forget the rest

A branch is growing larger in the view of the butterfly

It shouts of imminent doom

She stops not to wonder why

Her thoughts are skewed but after review, only one rings true

She thinks of you

In the mist of her falling and sprawling

Her thinking

Her sinking

Her not even crawling

In the middle of her calls and whines

Rerun lines

Hard to find- not visible to the eye- place to step or room to stride

There’s a knot in the unraveling thread

A place to stay her head

The place familiar

The catch, not new

This place, she dreams

This place is you

So she falls and she cries and she flattens out her wings

In hopes that while as she glides it will be to the wind she clings

She falls

She falls

She fell

The Wind pushes her aside and she twirls like a leaf

Her dance is more solemn,

As it’s not her own

The wind blows her endlessly up

But she fell

Alone

So she falls again

The wind catching her every time

Now she is not aware

And it’s not by her effort she climbs

The butterfly has shriveled

The wind is only air

The butterfly fell

And the wind was not there