Butterflies Dreams – A Sonnet


Decayed wasteland riddled with fractured dreams

A puny mound of soggy, earth matter

engulfed in frosted flakes, bare branches

crusting spirit membrane, stiff ether rods.


                                                                                                                                                             

Worms slither through death valley, on to hope

Birds song echoes through roots laden in mold

Chiming awake Gods waves, preparing us

For drops of scorching sun, and blues we shun

                                                                                                                                                                

Awaken us to our desire, spring sun

just as man fell onto this plane, in birth

a flowers blooms and Christ's wounds, are revealed

a new day and fresh life carries our soul

                                                                                                                  

forward, through ivy grass, roses and brush

finally at peace within, time to wash away our sin.