too early <br /> <br />without breakfast yet <br />one indulges in poetry and <br />peruses on some windows of <br />philosophizing <br /> <br />perhaps <br /> <br />seeking for cure <br />or just plain grabbing <br />of justification <br />for what we have not done <br />and failed to do <br /> <br />before the sun rises <br />rays of light already stand-by <br />the window frames <br /> <br />left by the moon <br />on last night's <br />drunkenness <br />of wisdom's <br />nocturnal rendezvous <br /> <br />there are not butterflies <br />but there will be <br />as soon <br />as we decide for their <br />fluttering existences <br /> <br />well there are no flowers yet <br />but soon <br />there will be <br />only because <br />we allow them to grow <br /> <br />at least <br />in the fertile grounds of the <br />heart<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/allowing-things-to-happen/
