glass wings

[eclipse]

An elusive glass winged butterfly
accepted a fingerprint, my last
act before death arrived in the
confluence of night and day, he
also collected my mark on his
transparent wings as my senses
had a seance reaching the
incandescence of four seasons
merged. There I was asleep in
the butterfly's annexe my spirit flew
in synchronicity with the butterfly.
I experienced the gleam but could not
enter heaven's lucid city's until I found
a fingerprint. I was woken by moonlight
in the butterfly's wing and at once
we pressed on the the fingerprint-the
butterfly passed away, I entered paradise.

[poetjohncompton]

This is sad and beautiful. Thought provoking.

[Tinker]

Ethearial, the transparency is tangent. Wow Barry!

 

Tink

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

I like the transparency. I love the rhythm of your poem eclipse.

 

victor michael.....