Butterfly - a poem

I am a butterfly, twirling in the spring morns,

A sudden euphoria , a sudden revelation,

Leaving impressions on the petals,

Drenched with happiness, dancing in

the realms of delight.

I am lost in an oblivion, in a sea of darkness,

where a spark seldom guides,

swallowed by fear and defeat,

wearing a mask, the mask of hatred.

The spring afternoons are delicious, delirious,

Carving out  niche of hope and happiness,

The breeze , calm and serene , eastward

And with a hundred emotions , I drift.

The night in an abyss, the days are gloomy,

The memories are a terror, the future a doom,

The fingers of death tap gently on me,

My happiness a long gone dream.

I am full of hopes, of certainty, of happiness,

The darkness has come, to kiss the forgotten

and the departed,

Light, at the end of the tunnel, aura-like,

And I shall fly to that end,

Glittering on the edge of eternity.

I scream at fate, the silence gobbling me,

A mist of uncertainty,  of despair,

That I shall fade away in a fathomless darkness,

That I shall be a forgotten dream.

There is a spark, a universe of light

The miles of sunflowers, the cosmic sky,

And I flutter my wings, reaching the 

altar of my dreams,

And devour the blissful silence,

The eternal silence.