Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Blossom of a Butterfly Wing

Upon a treetop
As the chimes of time sing,
As vivid cocoons swing…
A blossom
Of a butterfly wing.

The wind in the night
Blows past pools of yellow light
And the lone tree
With the blossom
Of a butterfly wing.

Roads of concrete buildings
Forget the stars are a-shining
And the moon is a-glowing
And somewhere, the blossom
Of a butterfly wing.

Amidst this insanity,
This mighty calamity,
Heights of sheer vanity,
The blossom
Of a butterfly wing.

Though we would not see it,
And the heart cannot hear it,
This world cannot steal it,
The blossom
Of a butterfly wing…

For upon that tree top,
The chimes of life sing,
And from the cocoon’s swing
Breaks out a blossom
Of a butterfly wing.

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