two shades of nightly murals
ingrained starkly of butterfly travels
folded together thus fluttering to skies
soaring in glimmer of stars' whispering disguise

flutter as dust accumulates in clutter
the world of man recedes upon iron
shutter, the stars give way to thundering rain
yet the flowers bring sweet sweet champagne

soar in pollen enriched air gone peppy
golden rays of sun magnificence
abruptly pain blooms in ascending gain
thus wings are lost forever to canes

fall delicately, tragically, screaming in silence
the man goes about his usual ways
yet fall to the floor, like cascading snow
flight is dead to words of stars' glow