Butterflies 🦋

Butterflies in my belly
After all, they were moths

Flying around

The faible light

Of a love so weak

That barely came to life.

—

And yet a stronger push

Did nothing but shatter 

The fitful broken lamp

Spreading its lights all over

As moths flew away

Through the open windows and doors.

—

And as they flew 

Under the shinning warm sun

Their colours became fiery bright

And their wings grandly light

As they painted the world anew

In tones of love and plenary life.

—

But butterflies don’t live long

Though living fully and intensely

So soon those fiery colours

Perish into complete darkness

Until someone turns on the lights again

Only to see bats flying around 

In an introspected dance 

Of cure and joy and awe. 🦇