Butterflies

You wish... you saw them, sworming,
Around, the murky moon,
Melting in the shadows,
What's left behind the bloom.

They spring their wings like vultures,
And from above the sky,
They dive, to get their prey,
Who met her chance to die.

And round and round in circles,
With poison, in their eyes,
Sharing now the nectar
Other, butterflies.

The liquor is now sweeter.
They haven't stop to drink,
The light seems to be forgotten,
In time... within a blink.

Danut Ardelean