Angelic Butterflies

Beneath His Breath, Sightless Horizon in the skylight of earth, Where cherubs tread on imperceptible ground. He command the Gates of Heaven to remain with a view, Pouring out the exceeding abundantly blessings, Endless flight taking on butterfly's wings. Divine Current carrying gift-wrapped charity. Many proclaim, "Its just the wind" And go on their merried way. But only the few- Who are not mastered by time nor this world, Open wide the window-hearts of their lives. The flow is not compassed, Only in the path of the desirable ones. Their souls leap in every direction, Allowing the heart's cheeks to absorb the angelic butterflies. Why? Is love really a mystery? Or lost in the sands of no seeking?