Fizzy
Just like a butterfly, I fear.
If the next flight is my last,
if the profound reality is too fickle;
And the tingling sensation I feel is real.
Such is the essence of my frivolity
Defined by your colors and marooned
by my desires.
I whisper wishes.
Should you be the flower,
Know that my essence lays in your presence.
That reality relishes and eons await destiny;
that design destructs and lust lusters.
But nature isn’t broken in half
And the pangs hurt me too.
The mystic myrtles of life continue.
Just like a butterfly, I dream too;
of the sunny drops of morning dew
and a silent serenity
I can surrender myself to.
With each iota of nectar, my nature grows,
Color blossoms and verve renewed
Desire awakens and dreams are glued.
Stay close as the life grows in every waking moment,
Enchanted, entangled, eternal
Enigmatic.
With every sparkle of you
I am mesmerized and attached.
But I, the butterfly, flee
It feels flawless.
