Flight of The Monarch

 

 

 

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Stratovarius “Papillon”

 

 

 

the entire cosmos
has been known
to flash before my eyes
every time you bat your lashes
as and when your pose delights
butterflies in strobe enrapture
wings unfurl
spread open wide
captured in mid-shutter
they recover in the light

 

hope returning
faith in kind
hold unburdened
safe in mine
pale the trail of ashes
as they buffer into frameless flight
no osmosis known to weave
such braid of nature’s tone
indeed
the entire cosmos
has been known
to flash before my eyes

 

in no uncertain terms
i yearn the blur of space and time
to learn the song of papillon
the lady of the night

 

no time like the present
to make sense of ventures blind
arriving neither here nor there
for everywhere is thriving
each adventure mystifying
pupils wide confiding of the universe residing deep inside of them
midst rise of timeless tide

 

no more sighted dream to chase
inviting realignment
than eyes comprising sweep of faith
midst steeplechase
misleading to retirement
no more steeped a prize in diamonds
in thine keep of ocean deep and wide

 

no more dignified than she composed to weeping silently
teardrops fall to call all those opposed to freedom violently
if i can see
through eyes so keen
then i can see the universe residing deep inside of me
midst rise of timeless tide

 

in no uncertain terms
i yearn the blur of space and time
to learn the song of papillon
the lady of the night

 

it is midnight in the garden of my battle hardened heart
this is where i come to feel
this is where compunction heals
this is where i come undone
this is where blind faith be spun
this is where the thrum reveals
the sense of feeling tendered will
to spill an endless sea of tears
through years of pardoned art

 

indeed
the entire cosmos
has been known
to flash before my eyes
every time your flight reprises
as and when your pose delights
each beat of a heart no longer prone
composes ode disowning echelons of woe betide and blight

 

hope returning
faith in kind
hold unburdened
safe in mine
through the never
tethers severed
true the blur of space and time
to learn sweet song of papillon
the lady of the night

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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