I Long

Down A Path

Chasing Butterflies.

I've Learned

To Chase Beauty

Before It Dies.

As Love Lies

Within The Heart,

Not Of Thee Eyes.

Forever,

Down A Path

Chasing Butterflies.



Alured,

By Its Precious

Wings.

Truly,

It Was Beautiful,

Captivating.

Life Leads Us

Blinded,

As WE Are

Too Open

Minded

Too See

The Essence

Within

Our Hearts:

Truly Beauty

Is Not

Of The Light,

But Only

Of The Dark.

If It Is Possible

To Not

Be Of Moths,

Then Maybe

Just Maybe

Life Wouldn't

Leave Us Lost.

As The Angel

Lay Before My Eyes,

I Longed Off The Path.

Done Chasing

Butterflies.