Basking

                     

 

 

 

I’m in love with a Butterfly

That forgot

He can fly…

Days spent in the gloom

Missing the days of June.

 

I pray …

 

Dandelions catch his wings

Carrying him to the spring

Of his existence…

 

I pray…

 

 

New days bring New Life

No worries or strife…

A part of his time

Spent basking in the sunshine

I know in his wings..

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Love the metaphor in this piece. Flows well. Enjoyed reading!

[R J Askew]

Poor old love struck butterfly! It happens to the wildest of stunt flying butters I suppose. I love the opening three lines here.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Before a butterfly becomes that, it lives another life. I think that life is needed, in order for that butterfly to live the perfect existence that it does, eventually.

I've likened myself to butterflies, so I guess I can identify with "him".

Dope little piece.