Within the night the stars arise,
the dew glistens and the wind sighs,
as shadows dance across the skies;
like the blackest of butterflies.

And beneath the moon’s silken strands
grace and beauty lie in my hands,
slipping through like the endless sands
lost forever to life’s demands.

But I just watch them drift away
lost within the dreams they portray
as throughout the night their wings sway
among the breeze in their array.

Solace lies at my finger tips
where within this life’s brief eclipse
beauty and grace befall my lips
and my heart slowly comes to grips.

As the barren limbs of my soul
bloom once more within life’s extol,
a midnight rose that dares console
the things that lie beyond control.

Faint echoes of the past take flight,
dark butterflies within the night,
they dance among the silken light
of the moon and stars, ever bright.

And the dew glistens, the wind sighs,
as the first rays of dawn arise
and stars fade from the morning skies;
as do the night’s dark butterflies.

Their black wings crimson in the sun
as the memories are un-spun
and the dreams I held come undone
as they slowly fade one by one.

Torrens Sepelio