Butterfly War

As the warring world
lies dormant in peacetime
I find a field
filled with buttercups and butterflies
and the smell of freshly mown grass

A yellow sympathetic love
made of buttercups
They crowd my feet
conquering hill & dell
struggling in their own way

As the warring world
lies sleeping in peacetime
wings of a black and gold butterfly
flutter by

Landing on my fragile fingertips
Feelings flood my mind
Sensations of tickling feet
like a hand not fully supplied with life
because the blood has rushed to my heart

Searching for a home
sweet angel kisses
desperately moving from one hand to another

The passion penetrates my soul
finding a resting place
from the brightness and heat of the sun
delivering purity, warmth, and tranquility

As the warring world
wakes from placid slumber
the buttercups are battered
by men who have no cause
but rejoice in killing

As the butterfly and i part ways
I long for its return
i still hold the peace in my heart
but the inspiration is lost
beyond my grasp
i yearn for a time
when the warring world unwinds another day