Butterfly Wings

Reach through the glass to where A thousand suns ripple in the rivers of your hair Reach through the glass to where A garden of roses blooms in a moon beneath your eyes Reach through the glass to where Earthquakes resounding chaos reside in your quivering lips Reach through the glass As my clouds begin to roll away To where my raindrops danced on the tongues of gods bowing at my feet voracious starving dogs quenchless and subservient ignorant and blind as their worlds crumble and fall and every ancient star and dancing horse in the night sky collide with the invisible walls of futility and I trample on all and nothing in a spiraling cataract of silver water and a silken spray on a butterfly’s wing fluttering the childhood fields of yesteryear and evermore forever young in brilliant dance immortalized in wheat and dirt and wind and rain and I stand defiant! To where my fingertips can reach no further. Butterfly wings in fields of concrete. Bland.