Flutterings

I really envy butterflies,
and their natural beauty.
Their selfish act of
pure survival and instinct.
In that they really have no
other earthly agenda but to
make more butterflies.
What wonder.
How simple.
How beautiful.
And the morning sky not far
from Biggsville suddenly
opened a huge swarm of
these unearthly creatures.
And then I tresspassed upon
their airy sanctuary and felt,
for a long second, like an
intruder in my own land.

Passion Fix

If you want it,
it's never enough.
If you stand on it,
it's a firm foundation.
If you need it,
it will elude you.
If you sit on it,
it will receive you.
If you set it free,
it will reward you.
If you lay with it,
you'll be content.
If you cast it from your life,
you will die.