Blind Butterflies
Blind Butterflies
She loved in silence; I answered with silence too,
her heart bled for me, mine too afraid to be seen.
She thought I was chasing bright butterflies,
deaf to the breathing fragrance of her nearness;
but my silence... was a quiet devotion she never heard.
This silence… not heartless,
only a fragile form of survival.
And she... stood beyond my reaching;
more sky than I could ever hold,
more light than my eyes could ever bear.
For love, as I have come to believe,
is more than possession.
Rare are those who truly revere it -
for reverence lets a flower bloom,
while desire longs to pluck it.
My silence... lest my longing diminish her light;
the only truth I knew how to keep.
Whatever we were or were not;
she was the soul who stepped into my grey, lifeless days,
taught my fading life how to bloom again in colour.
- Sarath Meleveed