sensations 
arise from 
colors of 
nothing 
wing-beats 
aflutter 
float up 
from illusions 
of something 

butterflies 
rising to 
soar above 
sunlit skies 

starting as a tickle 
these winged wonders 
come forth from days 
where thought remains 
behind draped obscurities 
to alter forlorn frowns 
into an evolutionary 
pathway of vines that 
bloom into crimson 
creases to renew the 
process of seemingly 
unknown smiles 

flutterbyes 
waving to 
extinguished 
soulful eyes 

ending in a trickle 
those winged wonders 
cascade through misty rays 
where thought is in chains 
behind raped securities 
to weave a thorn filled crown 
fitted to a revolutionary 
brow of weathered lines 
that draw into crimson 
pieces riddling askew the 
process of shattering 
veins mosaic tiles 

butterflies 
descent to a 
wingless woe 
forsake now 
empty skies 

sensations 
demise from 
shades of 
something 
wing-beats 
aflutter 
soak up 
the illusions 
of nothing