The Butterfly and The Stone

Look into my eyes, beyond the bars of my silent agony, to the depths of my blackness
See a stone in the  heavens, tracking to nowhere, time an unknown concept

Ages come and go, stars fire and burn away, memories like chimney smoke on a cold winter day
Questions, searching..a long burning  ache to feel, sense the presence of the one to stifle my decay.

Awareness alone is hardly worthy of a stone
But for the darkness deep in my soul there must be a light to help me atone

And did you know the soul leaves a scent in its wake,
small wafting spirals of its essence that float unrestrained through both time and space

For eons I've drifted, a rogue stone on her trail
when suddenly the troubled slumber is torn away like a veil

When the weight of a butterfly alights on my stone
the causality a mighty curve, bringing me atmosphere and excites me to the bone

And I know the purpose of my blackness is a place for the butterfly's light to shine upon
Gunner ©