*Recognition*
While the eye of night watches over the earth
with all the twinkling stars
sharing its beauty its softly silence
the yearning like a black nightly butterfly
starts to fly to find you in the darkness of your world
It lands so gently on the palm of your hand
craving for the warmth
to stop freezing to end the sadness
to forget the fear of losing
the worst enemy of them all
that constantly turns blood into ice
and paralyses the body by taking the light away
Behind its closed eyes your fantasy appears
with the same colours same vision same passion
as sweet as the dearest memory
as soft as an ocean of silky teardrops
The treasure invaluable to the heart
the fragrance of an undiscovered emotion
sensing the breath of a stranger
as precious as its own
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© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
PS: I guess I am an optimist….today….🙂
Dark but haunting, I really like it
The image of the Black Butterfly was strongly in my mind… and its always good to be the Optimist Eclipse.. 🙂
…yes it surely is Dreamwalker…I manage it sometimes…. 🙂
Brilliant,
I read it three times over.
I like the suggestive nature of the poem.
Nothing is really directly said
Thank you Richard, very kind of you.