poetry by j matthew waters

chasing idealism with or without wings

out of thin air resides reality
like a butterfly suddenly taking flight
reminding you of days gone by
when every moment mattered

you take a stab at it
that imperceptible tipping point
hoping to reel it in and relive
a particular space in time

your subconscious orbit
always seems to get you there
but every time you awaken
the outcome never changes
and the butterfly lives on

june two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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