A Butterfly's Blessing -Poem

I faced my demons and they let me be

I danced with angels and they nurtured me,

In all my days of yonder past

walking lonely nights was all I had.

Whispering to a girl who was fading fast

sweet nothings -hoping they would never last.

Sleeping with she who was dying by the day

rolling over to emptiness and binding heart-ache.

In my youth of yester-year she was vibrant and real

In my wisdom of today's fears she aged and decayed and ceased to heal…

Sometimes my eyes could not contain the pain

and a tear soaked pillow bled in disdain.

Uncomfortable dreams met with graying days

Smokey bars tried to hide the passing haze,

"Riches" tried for a spell

to quell the thirst of lure

but green cannot screen the pain

my heart once bore.

Wisdom was ever-so-evident upon my wrinkled facade

olden hands where once youthful skin would trod...

“Give up, give in, throw in the towel”-

my bleeding heart would scream and scratch and scowl...

But a triangle of life would soon appear

an algebraic equation so divinely sincere

Could this be? Could my dying apparition of love

really have truly found me?

She gazed into my tear filled eyes,

she smiled and wiped away my age,

she parted my gray filled skies

and in my book of life she turned the page...

A triangle of life was bestowed upon me

When my lips first voiced a “hello” ever so eloquently.

The pain of yester-year was fading fast

And the love of tomorrow’s tears fell in contrast.

She gave to me -this 'ole wretched soul

something that only cupid can bestow

she handed me her heart as she took my hand

the rainbows above drenched us in love as we began to dance.

A triangle of life saved me that day

and the mountains were moved and the moon approved

as my tears were swept away.

A night's lullaby

did declare that no other lover's decree could compare

or forswear the amatory affair

that partook between she and I.

I look into the skies and hear a butterfly's song

reminding me not to bother-

with pains of windy days and unrighted wrongs

and how he, is her beloved grandfather.

She takes my hand and hands me her heart..

and promises are etched in time..

a butterfly's blessing was left to impart

my heart to hers and hers to mine.

I vow to him as he flutters by

A solemn plea just as a rainbow kissed the sky..

"her heart is safe, -this is no lie",

and I swear, I swear,

I saw-

a butterfly cry.

-© Robert Hutchinson

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