Butterflies

Blades of grass remember
Remember our beautiful injustice
A sweet slumber devoid of innocence
Or was it sweet innocence devoid of slumber?
The mention of Butterflies sends my mind flying.
 
Those blades swirl through the winds of my mind
To and fro as the currents shifts
I hear a Prayer appear on the horizon
Gone is the night that has plagued this Mountainside
The Butterflies have come and the flowers bloom.
 
Now I sit, alone and staring at the picture on the wall
The blades of grass are still
I sink into nothingness knowing nothing at all
Hoping…praying…pleading
For the Butterflies to return.