Butterflies

No one sees colors

the way your mind does

just a sea of blinding white light

crushed into tiny glass prisms

for your spirit to feast upon

and drool melted crayons and rainbows

into the hands of the lost

who throw them joyfully in the air

like confetti

on a holiday

creating gray shadows

beyond your magic

you have no idea

how many layers of blue

have poisoned your soul

when I close my eyes

I see butterflies staring at me

majestic

fantastic butterflies

colors so bright

putting shame to the auras of saints

once glamorous

now sullen hanging from chains

making muses cry

tears falling into holy rivers

golden with koi

blurring all lines of color

until there is no longer a spectrum

then nothing…

Frank Alan Bella