Friday, May 20, 2016

The Blue Butterfly

Tell me do you remember the blue butterfly
of stars unknown and unyielding pride?
Tell me do you remember her plight?
on a day like this she cried.

The wings now rest on ground.
After all her battles,
cold, calm and shaken.
Fallen but not lost ,her rage rattles.

It was here on this muddy swamp,
she lay shimmering to cold.
Her grievance lost to me in her light
As I watched her elegance unfold.

The blue butterfly ,
brought herself closer to me.
she whispered in languages unknown,
Then she flew to the white tree.

Tears fall on flowers,
filled with dancing butterflies.
Green, red, yellow but blue.