Torch.. (reconstructed)

a poem by Dale Costello, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

Butterfly
thin
wing
beats at my heart
soul
where the blood begins
to dream
delirious..

into stream
life as it cures
of death and strife
hell-bent
deliverance
I can't but chance
conceive achievement
moths
as they be
flying
too close to the fire
strangers
of every desire
but the burning..

Ego spells
and yet
compelled
by nights yet felled
horses.. unbroken
words, as they're spoken
with breath the same
as the four winds through sand
light
fears.. should they command
sound
as it breaks
for eternitys sake
mortal
through this coil

human foil
time
as it bleeds
feeds
on but dream and need
speciality field
sewn
grown
into science
blinded again
that moth still fluttering
that butterfly
wing,
still swimming
in a soul
just dimming
the torch enough
to see..

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