Butterfly Looks At Me For Answers

The butterfly so weightless looks at me for answers, questions are mine and abundant, clearly she has stolen my heart. Center stage stands my attention, her figure like a sapphire in shades of kindness, her visions are dust on her wings. Glistening to glimmers as they float away, a moment's duller they become leaving wings a slight hallow fading, drifting behind in a place it had once been. Until finally, remaining wings contain nothing only gray endings, but more beautiful is the world for it's colorful fire remains.