the imaginings
of the lonely heart
wander within this page
and beyond.
sent like beacon lights
out into the darknes
of the heart's distress
out across the waves
seeking another life,
another living
seeking connection,
a return other than
plaintive echoes reply
into the dark
the deep, deep, dark
a butterfly
of heartstrings
and hope,
sent out
into a hurricane
and somewhere
there sits a soul,
weaving a net
of love and lonliness
awaiting a battered
but hopeful butterfly