An interesting poem...

I was looking through my old writings and I found this poem that I wrote in August 2004....

where butterflies weep

in silence
the rain weeps
silent tears
fallen
from ageing wings
of lost angels--
the horizon falls
into an undying
abyss
obliterated by the crescent
moon
hung off
in the distance--
there are no words
to explain
the mourning
heavens
in deep desolation
concentrating
on
burgeoning
bodies
lightened without
any recollection
of mind or spirit--
life continues
without a spell
to rejuvenate
or compel--
bashful and playful,
with words
unsettling
too, in the transient
bodies of wingless
butterflies
who have fallen
from a nectarous
cloud
to be left alone
contemplating
the truth
of death's
secret
mourning.