Butterfly Out My Window

Butterfly Out My Window

On a dull, grey morning I washed the dishes

Until a visitor, so quiet and swift

Landed outside and came over to visit.

It was delicate, clean and full of peace

I notice it out my window

And I began to feel my heart at ease.

Please stay awhile, I asked in thought,

And it humbly remained

As if company here it sought

Eventually, it did take off and flutter away

And still I smile

A butterfly's short life is happiness it pays

And it took its time on me.

Missing My Savior

A year has passed and I still miss it all

The unbalanced terrain and the storm rain fall

How the air was quiet but a torogoz's call

And how tall were the ruins' walls.

I recall the powerful and roaring thunder

In refuge of a canopy, I watch under

Night fragrance of rainwater and cinder

I feel a part of me begin to sunder.

El Salvador is my forever my home

For it's a place I long to roam

And see the small houses of loam

But mostly night thunder's lonely moan

Hopefully, I will return

For the desire in me burns

For the land of butterflies I yearn

In such a small country, there's so much to learn.

Lament of a Cowardly Spirit

Lament of my Cowardly Spirit

Between us there is broken glass

Shattered and mercilessly fractured

The acuminous edges so jagged and crass

That'd impair more the dispute if me it captured.

Still if one could feel both alive and dead

I feel like so, nonexistent, an apparition

As I weep my shadow curse in my bed

Entreat tears of my imprudent decision

If love were promise and forever abiding

Then why my allies forsake me ultimately

My trust they defraud, passing, dying

With I undesired ignorantly, impatiently

So the glass I dare not touch

Admitting cowardice with a whimper

Not wanting the truth, if painful and such

Scared to even say a bloody whisper

This murky spirit cries out this song

Oh, deceitful hope, please prove me wrong.