White Butterfly
The calm of day brings a tranquil presence.
So superficial, her existence hides in her tips of black.
Lonesome she flies with reminding that life is to thrive.
Her point of ecstasy is alive to every circumstance she encounters.
Her tiny wings wave stealthily in craft.
The art clandestinely takes my breath.
Reflections of her path are seen.
A lost messenger whispers that this secluded place is where she exists.
She came from her vessel ready to take on the world.
She flies with confidence “even in the face of error,
for she known to ‘always’ search.”
Her wings embrace the wind.
As she gleams under the twilight, metamorphosis begins.
In tune, for a change, her wings,
which are in one place, onsets a hurricane in another.
The white butterfly sashays, sways, cavorts in and out.
Her essence is her survival, which glorifies life.
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4/5/2014
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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