Ode to a ButterflyA Poem by Augustus
Does nectar grow less sweet with passing Time?
Your unrest causes winds to slow their pace The beating of your wings in pantomime Now paints your tale of ephemeral grace Ignoble glutton, laying green to waste But hiding dreams behind a devil's face A treacherous wait, a caterpillar's haste One day to be absolved of its foul crime To savour long and deep, Redemption's taste Then patient weaving till the world is sealed And all of its travails are shunned by silk In pale confines a soul entombed and healed An infant feeding on Compassion's milk Like Tutankhamen's crypt, a sleep of kings Embracing pleasures of a different ilk A prayer to solicit a gift of wings A prowess yet unknown to be revealed A promise of unbridled wanderings And what became of that eternal thirst? Full seven days of dancing on the breeze The fleeting days too short to fear the worst The heart too warm for lakes of lust to freeze But now the beating of that heart is slow Performing in the shadows of the trees The age-old sacred rite of letting go Oblivious to springtime's rich outburst In tune with twilight's ever fading glow And so you're tired of your resplendence! As your mind spins another chrysalis A shattered shell remains of what was once A flowing fountain of untainted bliss And so you choose to kiss the earth goodbye A transcendental metamorphosis To break the shackles of the deep blue sky To taste Ambrosia and to steal a chance The breathing of Existence to espy © 2013 AugustusAuthor's Note
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Added on May 2, 2013Last Updated on May 2, 2013 AuthorAugustusCambridge, MAAboutMy name is Shreyas Gokhale. I have a PhD in Physics from the Indian Institute of Science and am currently a Post-doctoral Research Fellow at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. However, I guess.. more..Writing
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