"Destined Minds"

BUTTERFLIES IN THE HILLS

float into the lull of the waterless
gullies playing with green stems
now growing, peering out of the rocks
of the bed where once waters flowed and
for but a moment rested their weary head

and flit these sliken flowers at the call
of empending dusk with tiny white wings
that played with last lights ray of sunshine
filtered by trees that they themselves compete
with their own shimmering leaves

so where did these flights of minds fancy
eminate and where was there birth place
of beauty that deemed they should share
their dance of the air with me

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
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