Two Butterflies Dancing

I saw two butterflies dancing. 

I stopped and let them circle me. 

Their wings, 

That beat so fast, 

Were the color of the sun

As it set last night. 

Vibrant, burnt orange,

A part 

Of nature's palate. 

Through branches

Of the small tree

They weaved,

Never resting;

Not caring if they lived

An hour, 

A day,

A month,

Or three, 

They laughed 

In the face

Of mortality.

Their only quest

To fill every moment

Of their existence

With

Color,

Joy

And

Energy.

I walked on, 

Leaving them to play,

My heart a little lighter,

Knowing I would often say

Something changed in me the day

I saw two butterflies dancing. 

(Silver Lake, July 2008)