Owing It All To Darkness

Behind sleep

the mind,

beyond reason,

d ri f  ts  like

a butterfly.

. . . . .

In darkness,

drawn to this

remote place,

a butterfly

surrenders

its mystery

to the talisman

of silence.

With nothing

to distract it 

a butterfly,

with a place

to set itself,

stands naked

as a star

in the clear

relief of its

simple tender

hallelujah.