In no hurry
Ye can wait,
Its eventual
Find be late,
To inevitable
Trepidation,
Be temporal
Disassemble,
No omission
For ye being,
In condition
Thus ensues,
Its imposing
Found abuse,
To fit closing
Save ye know,
Be no waiting
Ye gods bestow,
To alter stating
Time fix for death!
Oughtn’t I race
To held avers,
Finding shadows
Of a ready favour,
In enduring place
Where gratify be,
Begs shan’t erase
Alacrity’s glee,
Non inimical state
Yet has one flee,
As to rid of gate
And needless plea,
Of insensible fate
Fails docile agree,
In shades of kind
See alleges replete,
To feed a sane mind…
Hence on this day
The sun is strong,
I’ll find the way
To will one gone,
Ye may perceive
Be shadows found,
That gods conceive
There I am bound,
With austere mind
Want a sound bond,
Ill-fated so resigned!
A butterfly
Searching
Blossoms,
Pursuing
The mote
To provide,
Held florae
Need of alive
Ye find dote,
On their array
Hence to adorn
Tho its short stay,
Be of iffy longevity
Not butterfly’s say,
Dancing in brevity…
Pushed by currents
He floats consciously
On breezes apparent,
While ever so mindful
Found be lepidoptera,
With beauty’s warrant
Would remain pleasing,
Thru a short summer fly
Has butterflies trapezing,
All the while fluttering bye!