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