Butterflies

Butterflies
By Quizmo LaGrande

Ten thousand in anticipation
Approach on puff of breeze.
Over blue and greening sea
Amass frivolous appease

No will to pass or move away,
The mind cannot contend.
The heart will lead and fill the sail;
The soul will know to bend.

The nature of the rolling sea
Is not to calm and tame,
But deceive the inclination
Find weak and mark with shame

Like freed from pirate capture,
Wings flutter hurried, dazed,
Not caring skies are stormy
Or clear in freedom’s haze.

Now rising like the ocean spray
Goodwill, with salt to taste,
Wings of twice ten thousand
Awe the belly in their wake.

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