Upon a windowsill sits a butterfly,
unwisely landing to take a rest.

Many miles yet to travel,
a moments respite then heading

If I were young, it could explain

how in my heart I could attain

a feeling so long cast aside

ARTICLE POETRY: FOOLISH DESIRE

Looking back, it was a foolish desire,

But forgive me, my heart was on fire.

I was foolish

Blistering enraptured passion,
leads in a capturing fashion,
so often to thinking wrongly,
that we are just an untold fool.

It was a bright sunny day and I saw you reading in your car,

You were so engrossed that you hardly knew that I was admiring