The Butterfly

In a lonely cottage,

the fire place constantly flickered.

The cold winter winds were so fierce.

Uninvited, they pierced my skin.

Thick clouds veiled stars from the scene.

No tone, no flash to be seen.

On the window,

a heavenly butterfly appeared.

Several colors and dots, I was amazed.

With my non-stop eye balls, I gazed.

Red, orange, yellow, purple

All colors were there.

I saluted her.

She smiled but flew away.

Sleeping became a guest

Reluctant to visit me.

I would lock her inside

my magical cage.

No one should blame me.

She gave me tenderness

I had to give her protection.

Believe me! That’s been my pure intention.

The cage lurked in a hidden corner.

Waiting to grab to my order.

She landed smiling like before.

Spotting the gnarled steel,

her eyes became sore.

She fled away.

I darted out leaving my quiet zone.

Roaming into the dark forest

Scanning for her to be my moon.

I feared she might be caught

By a spider web

Or eaten by a gnat

Or Athena might be jealous

Turning her into arachnid.

Around the silver pond,

She twirled, glowing the void.

Wasps, crickets, frogs sang.

Her presence created charm.

There would be no harm!

I stepped back in silence.

Leaving her cherish the moment.

Caging beauty had no point.

Surely, my heart would ache

Sitting lonely with no break

A part of it would be joyous

Knowing that she had the choice.