Butterflies hover delicately above

Desiccated remains of the past

Ply their pretty patterns to the wind

Which blows them on their journey

To the south and to the west

Where the journey started

Awash in myth and circumstance

A mystery in how it began…

The fluttering of wispy wings

The whisper of unfulfilled wishes

That flash by like unawakened dreams

In the blink of an eye…

So do you and I

Live our lives

Depending on the dream

That guides us through all our lives

Our waking reveries

And lurking nightmares

That walk us through

The casualties of life

And allow us denial of death

So, do we, as the butterflies

Flutter through this existence

From east to west

To pursue the eternal

Rise and fall

To chase the phantasy of life

Into the reality of the beyond…

On fragile fragmented wings.

--by poetc.

[Edited 6/5/10 1:31am]