Lament of a Dying Butterfly

From bare brittle branches she flies towards the moon
Leaving the haven of her once warm cocoon
Among all the shadows that tip in the night
With translucent wings she stirs and takes flight.

Dark night finds her hungry for tender dead meat
That comes from sweet nectar inside of the leaf
Her lips touch and suckle the lushness of fruit
Then she rises once more from the tangle of roots.

Wind sweeps around her as she takes flight again
Just a few lonely days before her life ends
So many things left that she wanted to do
But life passed her by without giving a clue

Now deep in the sorrow that lies on her breath
Entombed on her memory lilies of death