When evening descends like silence,
The red butterflies come.
Fading into the fire of sunset,
Spreading stars with their wings.
The way to follow them:
Quietly. Catch a glimmer of red,
A pulsing heartbeat, a wingbeat,
They're alive; seek them out.
It's as if secrets come alive
When the world shuts its eyes.
A butterfly lands on my arm.
Fire and starlight, on my skin.
An ethereal dimension, the night
Sweetens my senses.
So I barely feel it when the butterfly
I won't feel it until morning, awake.
It made a conscious choice, to
Leave a mark on my soul, my body.
But it never had malicious
From my perspective; I'm not hurt.
But the butterfly has healed me,
That patch on my arm.
Under the sunset, I think I can be
Because all around me are wings.
I'm not like the red butterflies.
The wrong shade. The wrong kin.
Yet when I'm alone,
Lets me spread wings of my own.
My soul escapes through the hole
Burned into uncomfortable skin,
And I'm s