Imagine a butterfly,
With finger-stained wings gliding along a blood-red sky.
Unthawed by the passing storm, raging on words of anger.
It glides over tension, jumps over pain.
Seeking a nectar so rich dark skies can’t shade it’s vibrancy,
It would stop and stare at sad purls of rain, to lick it with dry eyes.
It would slowly float it’s way into people’s smiles,
Etch itself onto dimples, to be the golden teeth holding your cheeks.
I saw it one day, fluttering against a tide of cruelty,
Flapping against the pains of the day to only be whisked away.
This time it wasn’t prepared, hadn’t collected petals to cushion it’s fall,
Carrying a weight of regret, it fell.
Hard on a slick surface , hard to get up from.
I thought it was over for the poor thing,
To only be tricked by it’s stunt.
It shook off the trauma’s of the day and carried on it’s way,
In a wind rejecting it’s mission, but it found a hidden ambition
In the rainbow road haloing the sky.
