Butterfly

Its wings so graceful,
It stands there so stable,
Beautifully dancing,
Barely glancing,
Over the waterfall it flies,
If you watch it it will continue to rise,
Above, above, and beyond.
Eventually it sits on a rock next to a pond.
Gracefully sipping the nectar,
But soon captured by a butterfly collector,
Put into a jar,
For a while until released and thrown afar,
The life of a butterfly, short and shimmering,
A life of a butterfly, beautifully glimmering.

The Dancing Sky

The bewitched wind dances
The sky gray and dull, loss lingering,
A scarecrow,
The neverending length of a field,
Why this? Why now?
Fear, pulling back.
Anger.
Every word that slips out.
Every day that goes by.
The hands of the clock stopped but time still passes by.
The sound of an old piano.
A rain-splattered windshield.
Like a million dreams holding me back,
Like the world's spun out of control,
Closed curtains.
Slammed doors.
Like a pencil to paper.
Death.
Darkness.