Butterfly Silhouette

I was overflowed with butterflies
And suddenly they all burst out of me.
I stood on the cliffside when they turned into moths.
Scattered they stole pieces of me away.

I was thinking of leaping over to save them,
But I froze in place; one-foot dangling off the edge.
This lucid moment etched in my brain.
So that I’d never forget the lingering pain.

I took the mightiest pen this world had seen
And bled on blank pages tremendously.
And moss grew over my bare feet
In ghost of a chance that butterflies would come back to me.

And in deep silence that lasted for years
I heard things you don’t ever speak.
But the joys of spring withered along with my hopes,
And sunlight died out never brushing the slope.

And just as I got some sense of relief,
It slipped right through my fingertips.
Shadows in shape of butterflies,
Just turned out to be lucid dreams.

And as chilling frost froze my blood and my bones,
An insurmountable emptiness took the shape of my soul.
I barely felt a thing, so I just stood on the cliff.
Still waiting for butterfly silhouettes to appear.