The simply ecstasy of a thought flutters
Behind my dancing eyelids.
The tiger butterfly of my heart sighs
In iridescent hope.
Some days I wish for only the consensual silence
Of the first snowfall,
Which casts a spiritual light through my window.
When the thought of the past enters my crying mind
I think of how to stifle it,
Stifle that sadness growing in my soul.
I curl up on the menstrual redness of my comforter
And wish I could escape this reality.
Maybe one luminescent day this will all be over,
So that three hearts may one day
Join in blissful song again.
The desperate vision of what could have been
Plays in smoking films behind my lids.
The tiger butterfly of my heart flutters again
And settles in to the winter of my soul,
Begging for the thoughtless silence.
How I wish I could bestow it,
But my hands are found fruitless.
The butterfly and I stand at the brink
Of sheltered insanity.
