A Second Blossoming

Butterfly blown far-far away by circumstance blackened time. Leaving the powder of his memory, driving the nails of life deep into glassy emerald eyes. Circumstance is a corner harlot, her curves will soften with time and time is the burning ogre- ask any speckled star or honest sky... Sip a rose minted stardust dear one. Dream in color, with love, icy winds always subside... love brings a golden warmth to winter sills, plants the heart in the soil of god woven moons, then devours darkness, allows it to die- Though his wings were singed by life, they've always been soothed by the purity...of your distant prayer. to sweetly make his way through every jagged pass, its vapour painting a rainbow to tell you that its very near, and your wayward mother's pain won't last- Ride that rainbow back into the conception of its being, to a freshened world where bitter meets a sweetened end. and deep within angel ripened time, you'll both glow like diamonds at the pinnacle of a common dream... Where an emerald butterfly lands softly inside an unfurling heart, (a second blossoming).