The Butterfly Effect

A dimple in the space-time continuum The color of sunlight on cumulus clouds, The spread wings of a butterfly Impelled by capricious breezes Alights on my hand and folds them. Please Soul, let it stay a moment While I contemplate on whether I love it for its beauty or if It's beautiful for my love?

And whether its weakness is a strength Or its strength a weakness?

The butterfly spreads its wings again To catch the next capricious breeze And leave me to my singularity.

I cannot blame the capriciousness That brought the butterfly to me For taking it from me.

But, O Soul, how the tiny throbbing heart

Of a distant butterfly

Still makes mine miss a beat.