10.15.2006
A small buzzing stream and its chlorophyll green banks; the golden yellow sun and not a soul in sight; I hide beneath canopies of mighty pines; the air is abuzz with sounds of myriad creatures and the trickling waters of the shallow pristine stream. In moments like these my mind it wanders and I reminisce like only a wildflower can.
This is an ode to a beautiful butterfly I met; I haven't even seen it again for so many years, but the memory of the colors of its plumes will forever send these shivers of longing in my soul.
For most she was just another butterfly,pretty and vibrant, colorful and haughty, vagabond and restless, but for me , ah it was the color of my very soul, the singular touch that brought sun shining through the grays of a clouded existence, like bright yellow splashed suddenly on a old dusty canvas.
But then this is not about what I felt for the butterfly, it's just an ode to that beautiful creature, I wish would have stayed on my petals for ever.
Oh, my lovely little one, where you are now and how you look, have you grown old or are you still the same, I know not. But in my consciousness I still can see you spreading joy and beauty in this world.
The spring in your foot and your restless heart,how a petal would know that to hold you near forever all that was needed was for the petal to stay bright and beautiful. But as the things in this world go, the petal thought the only way to make you stay was to hold you near and obstruct your flight. So I closed my spread and unknowingly became so jaded and dried.
So the petal it made two mistakes, one it lost its brightness and warmth and two it suffocated the butterfly, which was born to fly.
Not long after it was a final goodbye; just a silent parting glance through a watery glimmer in its shiny pearl eyes; the eyes they seemed to say ' wanted to stay for ever in your colorful plumes , but you have lost all your charm, if only you knew that this butterfly would fly and frolic and spread joy all around and then come back tired just to feel your warmth'
And so it flew away..
Oh my butterfly, I know wherever you are, you must only be spreading joy, and I wish you summers and flowers, clear blue skies and cool breezes, cause in this ugly world, only a few souls like you spread some beauty and sunshine.
Live long and carefree as ever.
10.15.2006
