Poetry: Dance of Two Souls

Dance of Two Souls

An elusive butterfly

is she–

soaring into his world,

brilliant colors lighting the landscape,

once grey,

now shimmering with hues of gold.

Drawn like a moth to the flame

he forward steps

to draw her close

and pull her in

to drink of her colors-

deep pink – her passion pulsing within,

royal shades of blue – her colors of love,

silver sounds – her laughter

as she flits so close and

then

suddenly

slips

beyond

his grasp.

For she is the

elusive

butterfly,

on wings already evolved,

exploring, searching,

loving life

On gossamer wings

she flits

and floats

and soars

above a new found world

and all the beauty it holds in store.

Explore my colors

but capture me not!

for I am but

an elusive

butterfly

and again,

she draws him close

-pushing

and

pulling –

the dance of two souls

but she knows his fire which draws her near

would be a conflagration

that would

destroy her soul.

For beneath her many colors

lies a purity of soul,

a deep unending love–

That zest for life that glows from within?

It is THAT light to which he’s drawn

yet

Someday — he’ll see

she was always

meant to be

the

elusive

butterfly.

Linda

Sept.19,2001