The Butterfly’s Dance – A Mother’s Promise
In the jungles of her mind
In a dank and dreary cave
Surrounded by much deadwood
Rarely the joy of day.
Only those creeping crawling vines
Twist in to hold their sway
Curled up in her little cocoon
My butterfly’s world is dark and grey.
Many try in vain to find her
And when almost there
The demons that surround her
Frighten them away.
Usually efficient messengers
Scramble here and there
Mixing up their messages
Angry lightning flashes everywhere
Roaring thunder booms around her
All creation seems to shake.
But then she tries to struggle out
Is my butterfly coming awake?
Suddenly she smiles at me
Her smile lights up my day
As her wide, trusting eyes study my face
I touch her hand and say
Yes, my sweetheart, we’ll find an answer
I promise we’ll find a way!
We’ll turn this world upside down
And we’ll get you out of here.
With a sword of steel we’ll cut the vines
Of hopelessness and despair
A single candle can brighten a cave
Dark for many a thousand year.
A stone, millennia under the sea,
Continues to hold fire.
On the wings of golden sunshine
Soaring ever higher
Blazing a trail of hope and freedom
For others who live in drear
From the jungles of your mind, you’ll fly
Into flower-kist mountain air.
October 2011
betukbandi 
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