Capture
He’s tired of seeing everyday
the rise and set of crimson sun,
decides to capture time, thinking
as butterfly it flies away
beyond deep horizon sinking.
So, on daybreak he starts to run,
his butterfly chase has begun
to hold time within his control,
to decide when sun’ll rise, night’ll fall,
how long dreams will live in split heart.
Butterfly flies far, can’t avert,
in its wake his past tapestry
from the top of hill he could see,
weaved in snapped strands of agony.
He feels upwelled emotions rise,
on the present he closes eyes,
melted rainbow stream flows within
where future drifts away unseen.
Storm clouds of gloom gust of wind clears,
he sees the butterfly fly back
while he slips on runnel of tears,
time captures his life off the track.
January 24, 2020
Contest : Strict Rhyme And Meter Challenge
Sponsor : Son of Spock
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