Butterflies

While my thoughts roamed in mindless slumber Caught in dream like shrouds I saw what looked like a myriad colors Floating seraphic enchanted spells Chained on sweet invisible melodies Stealthy shadows in the sooty dawn Charm and beauty in collision Frolicking sentiment The trove that the eye could claim but never have Yet I lingered through the labyrinth of mystery Drank the moment like favorite ale Snorting a laugh Trying to mimic the creatures While my movements lumbered into awkward desire Had I wings I would have joined the hypnotic congregation In affectionate song and dance That only butterflies can render in their silent flight