Conundrum

He waited most patiently 
endearing to all he cared for 
with sincerity and kindness 
And here she came;

perfectly packaged 

as if made for him 
almost as if wrapped in a bow 
with his name

Little White Butterfly

outside to take in

the view of the sky

and in doing so greeting 

a little white butterfly

flickering its wings like twinkling lights

between the blade of this and that 

ahead of me on my walk

seemingly quick and rash

it is a jumpy thing

my anxiety quite the same

and if beauty can be found in this

perhaps i need not feel ashamed

-les'nspired

Knowledge & Understanding

tell me

what do you know of loneliness

when you revel in solitude?

what do you know of the ache

deep within rattling bones with fire

when you've never felt passionate?