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A Butterfly's Blessing -Poem
A Butterfly's Blessing
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,
a butterfly cry.
-© Robert Hutchinson
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