whenever I see

a butterfly

fluttering

I think of night



whenever I see a pretty leaf

floating over many seas

I think of wonderful lily babies



whenever I see

crows

lurking , in circles

I know not to follow





whenever I hear

laughter

I think of him

the most mysterious melancholy disaster








oh, yes a plethora of joyful wrongs






Blissful ignorant tomfoolery






let's sing the chorus of a sarcastic song






aligned with a bittersweet melody



whenever I sing

I imagine raindrops

hitting the window pane

I'm suddenly less clinically insane



once again

kissed with a brass knuckled fist

life and love was conjured by the same illusionist.