flight of the butterfly, rising free
You are…
The bird’s song each bright moment.
The bright rising sun that wakes me.
A careful and constant caress.
Finding the balance
Between foundation and flight
Building the bridge
Allowing the flow
Secrets dwell
in the viper's hollow chest
as he slithers on
into the cavernous darkness
Hell's fury
is his in foreverness
as he contemplates the lack
of his existence
Alone in the depths
solitary mind creates
all manner of quiet and dark
moments of nothing