They flew side by side, wingtip to wingtip, <br />In circles around the roses at the foot of my patio <br />As the rain and thunder clouds stormed horrendously above... <br />In a show of affection, they were still wingtip to wingtip, <br />Dancing aimlessly in beautiful circles round the dying roses, <br />The same roses that lay at the foot of the patio by love... <br />Love that had been tendered through my hands, <br />Love that my hands wished could be loved <br />By the same love that have made butterflies to dance round my roses... <br />But as the thunder roared louder, their affection were tested, <br />Could love really stand the torments of ever growing thunder clouds? <br />Or would reality step in and destroy bounds created in dreams..? <br />Alas the butterflies were separated; life has seen another death, <br />Death has taken another life; with it lays a love to match a storm, <br />A storm to match the seeds of a love that seemed endless... <br />As the lonely butterfly started to fly aimlessly around, <br />The roses that lay at the foot of my patio began to live again, <br />In loving memory of the love that flew above them through a storm... <br />As I stretched my arms to reach the lifeless butterfly, <br />That lay by the roses that began to live again, <br />She flew into my hands to seek love in a lifeless body, a love to transcend death... <br />And in that moment I made a wish, a wish to find love, <br />The same love that made roses to live again, love to transcend death... <br />As the lonely butterfly flew away, to come back with a love for me and my roses, <br />I began to dream that I one day can dance through a storm <br />Hand in hand, wingtip to wingtip...<br /><br />Farhan Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-on-butterfly-wings/
