Butterfly......

Butterfly in the room

Its gold and purple wings

Flirting with the ceiling

Circling placidly

It descends, same grace

It rests on the window sill

Real close to me

I can see its powdery wings

Its eyes that seem to stare back

Its beauty, breathtaking

Doesn’t move

Stares on

Its presence is venerable

Its communion palpable

I feel

I understand

Tells me not to worry

Everything will be alright

Flirters from the window sill

Now on my maps on the wall

Reading the map to go home?

Already?

Don’t leave yet!

I implore with my following eyes

Back on the windowsill

Briefly

Says goodbye

I open the window

I know its time for you to fly away

Thanks butterfly!