Dance of the Butterfly

Circles in the sand

The stars poignantly shimmer
   as if gleaming with joy.
You feel the cool breeze
   blowing through -
We smile - yet beneath
   the layers,       we shiver in fear.
Circles in the sand -
   where we have tread -
   [around the subject]
Not knowing each others
   feelings could inspire
   rumors,
How are we expected to tell?

repair my soul

Going through life,
   anticipating greatness,
   realizing our short comings.
Painful memories
   circle our head -
   making us (feel) dazed.
We try to repair our
   damaged souls,
Get back up when we fall,
   {are we losing ground?}
The little child sits,
   and creatively
   slips me a smile.
    .... "It's gonna be okey mister...."

Ye great warrior

These chains ensnare me,
   hang my head low,
Flock towards thy foe,
   O ye great warrior.
Yet i turn away,
   afraid of the challenge
   that raises its ugly head.
Shrinking back into
   my cave, wrapped in shrouds,
   that hide my fears.
{She} is there only to understand,
   the flower petal falls.
Earth opens up
   swallow me, O ye
   great earth.
Soon there are only memories,
   classified in good and bad;
The winter takes away
   our closest friend,
   and it's written as fate.

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