When the Butterfly Flutters

The clouds of turmoil spread on the dank sky cast shadows congealed in the closet of life… dark inside for it encases the moonless winter night. I know it’d try and try till the last star fades away to daub opaque layers of self-defeating beliefs… love is a volatile mirage the desertified mind follows in vain… a folly, lesson one doesn’t learn till the heart breaks… the silver lining of storm clouds is happenstance of illusion for nothing shines in the dreamless night. In the wasteland while I gather the pieces of my heart a sparkling sapling spreads jade arms from the rocky cleft… perchance it’s uprooted…gets dried in the arid gale of neglect I make for it a protective niche I never knew I could… that’s when I hear what the southern wind whispers… you’d come wafting through the spring air…the zephyr of love. The sapling I nursed has grown…flowers now in beguiled beauty tinged with the colors of the sunburst dawn…life’s new day… that’s when I see a butterfly… it flutters over the flowers, its designed wings draped with the tapestry of love gleaming under my cloudless cerulean seamless sky. Written : February 7, 2019 June 6, 2020 Contest : Brian's Select 6 Sponsor : Brian Strand