Butterflies in Winter

I adore observing

sometimes staying quiet

butterflies do exist in winter

I believe words are sacred

 

translating across spectrums of humanity

holding power no one can take

though words are often overheard

wasted on anger and rage

 

roses in the field

blooming and shining so they seem

though approaching makes the difference,

seeing the truth

do not let me be misunderstood

 

I adore observing

different ways people react

Psychologie

Sociologie

instincts and paterns like a tiger in the wild

 

because words may hold the power

but mouvement gives you a chance

to be heard and seen

to be truly listened to

 

I hate screaming and court, 

incapable or forbidden to speak

parrots locked in cages

safety in words I seek

 

’cause they cannot be taken from me

connected to my soul

living, laughing, and deep, drunken talks 

poetry and music

letting me feel whole

 

I adore observing

may butterflies speak

and may my words be sacred to you and the world,

finding the purpose I seek