“I would rather have a mind opened by wonder
than one closed by belief.”
— Gerry Spence
Like a flash of startling color
in a mystical midnight dream
butterflies just materialize
from out of nowhere it would seem
like fragile fleeting fairies
from a mysterious magical source
they flit and flutter dazzlingly
such a breathtaking tour de force
so frail and so diaphanous
such bold and brilliant wings
silently they float on air
enchantingly beautiful things
they dart with such abandon
they dance more than they fly
so weightless — so very joyous
a wondrous ballet in the sky
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse