Dreams & Delusions…

Balance on the Brink

A single butterfly
Balanced on the brink
Ardent abyss below
Searing sun above
It would be so easy…

To plunge with
Wings of impatience
To dive into uncertainty
And be driven under
Gossamer wings
Caressed, consumed
By black flames

Though this soul
Longs for more
Feels the light
Though it is diluted
By the darkest grey…

A single butterfly
Balanced on the brink
Ardent abyss below
Searing sun above
It will be so hard…

To flutter on
Wings of faith
To soar into destiny
And be lifted above
Gossamer wings
Refined, remade
By white light

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