“ Declaring ” ~ a sense of egress ~

He’d find declare

The need to share

A sense of egress,

Tho rather late

Surrenders regrets,

One might describe

Feeling less than alive,

Till fortuitous fate

Sent an enchantress,

Who’d untangle a state

Of life less than blessed!

“ Reflexions ” ~ of a butterfly ~

There be a time

To thus forget,

Pain would beset

Life’s burden set

To metamorphosis,

All not immune

To melee of egress,

Thru primal stage

Of intrinsic crawling,

Till that of taking flight…

 

I may have wished

Primordial remains,

Of furry ravager

Held caterpillar

But butterfly be my aim,

Watching from on high

With lepidopteran view,

In wilting summer’s sigh

Sipping morning dew,

The while in reflexion,

Upon world’s progression  

Neath a solstice sky,

Life  chose I’d be a butterfly!