Captured By Time

This man tired of seeing everyday The pink sun rise and the crimson sun set to his dismay Felt always that time tore away His life’s green leaves when it crept past him Decided to capture time Which he thought flied on wings of butterfly On its wings of ordained design, motif of enigmatic symmetry Over the yellow field of swinging mustered plants Across the blue hills yonder to the timeless hazy horizon distant. He ran through the blooming field in his twilight hours Searching the prime petals of the yellow flower For the butterfly in case it had landed there So he could catch time, it won’t then fly away He would decide when the sun should rise, how long it should stay Before the night emerged from the edge of the day When he could dream the dreams as long as he wanted. Out of his sight the butterfly flew He can’t catch it, he knew Impatience in him gradually grew He ran up the hill With the hope in him still To start the search anew. The sunset colors bursting through the horizon haze Flooded his eyes, he was in a state of daze Felt the present burning in a blaze His mind went back to the past Where he saw integrity disintegrated Intolerance intensified, falsehood focused Betrayal bloated, mask manufactured All melted in his eyes in tears He saw the butterfly fly away and disappear Beyond the twilight horizon far. He started running downhill in pursuit of the present Slipped on his tears, fell free on stark reality in an instant. The butterfly flew away coloring his mind He was captured by time it left behind. March 11, 2018.