Butterfly Dreams – a poem

Hopes, dreams, visions of success

Flit and flutter, float from aether

Groundward from heavens rare glimpsed

And roam when down, rove along odd rails

Until found, eyes without spark, lacking

Glitter.

 *

The hope of eyeful storms stored

For late days, drawn evenings,

Those eyes watching for what waits

In the fulsome forward sweep of swarms

That wash over the world, drawing dry

Far.

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