Fluttering as you gaze,
your head cocked to the side,
as curious sights meet your eyes.
Fluttering, it is fluttering,
up and down,
flurried movements,
sunlight dancing of the tips of its glorified edges.
Fluttering, that which you stare
at. Fluttering, tortured movements of liberty,
golden sunlight penetrating its very core.
Stare in wonderment, at the Fluttering,
for it is but a figment of vision,
not merely the mind.
A butterfly! A butterfly!
Fluttering in feeble attempts,
this way and that.
Wicked smile splayed across your face,
head cocked to the side, and your patient hand,
it waits.
Fluttering, like the heart in your chest,
frenzied movements unknown, but possibly born within the survival of instinct.
Golden butterfly, fluttering, just past your reach.
Closer, it flutters, closer
to losing its liberty.
Smiles splayed across your hateful face,
sunlight dancing off your lips,
fluttering to soundless night,
caught within the day.
Take the liberty! Harness it,
It is yours to take.
Fluttering to-wards the day!
The core of your eyes, how they gleam,
light dancing from fluttering wings
within the pupils that are all seeing.
Fluttering, fluttering, in feeble attempts
To turn on a path
But this liberty allows no direction!
Gasp, you reach, and tear it from the sky.
Betray the sun, embrace the night!
How dare it come closer to Threat!
Fluttering...
fluttering.
harness your liberty.
As it looses his.
~no this isn't about some damn butterfly. Metaphores people. Love them. and paradoxes, love them too.~
