This comely butterfly mirrors our moon
With fulgent shades that glisten and swoon
Her heedful eyes; a jade monsoon
Where freedom lies; a quiet noon
The wind whistles — she flies away
With a lucent body; an angel at bay
Let all her shades evolve by day
Now never will a sky be grey
People question why rules don’t apply
To the butterfly who inhabits the sky
She circles down preponderantly sly
With a tone of grace that makes a man cry
So why rare? She’ll never say
Her covert aura keeps her at bay
She flutters lone; an alluring ray
And deems so long, it’s better that way
Such a beautiful poem.
So much imagination.
I loved the sentence
"Her heedful eyes; a jade monsoon."
Beautiful.
If I could nominate this poem I would.
Definetly going to add to my favourites.
