Am I the light on a butterfly’s wing
Or the first breath of frost on the glass
Tracing an echo of feathery fronds
As I watch the pale, winter-light pass?
Am I the ripple of laughter you hear
In the cold of the loneliest night
Or the sweet breath of heaven that captures your heart
With a sigh of delicious delight?
Am I the darkness engendered by fear
That smothers your hopes at inception
That dread, baleful lens, the distortion of joy
That falsifies every perception?
Am I the glamour of star spangled nights
Where the ritual chant breaks the silence
The temple is clouded with mystic perfume
And the circle burns in false defence?
Or am I the whisper your heart barely hears
The still, silent voice of tomorrow
The kernel of beauty behind the façade
That embraces each new joy and sorrow?
Hopefully we are all the light on a butterfly’s wing. Good questions, Sue. (K)
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That would be nice to know 🙂
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This wonderful Sue!
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Thank you, Di ❤
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A wonderful piece of poetry from Sue. Read and enjoy.
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Thank you for sharing ❤
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It’s a lovely poem Sue.
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❤
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So beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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