Butterflies

When I was dazed and confused about my life.

Hope came in the form of a butterfly.

Its fluorescent wings bright against the blue sky.

I saw my spirit guide with my naked eye.

Whenever I am filled with fear.

White butterflies make my path clear.

I proudly tread on solid ground.

With a vision clear and sound.

And when I don’t go outside.

My butterflies follow me inside.

See them on my walls, windows and door.

Feel the wind from their wings at my feet on the floor.

My butterflies

I need them. I need my spirit guides.

They hear and heed to my cries.

My precious immortal butterflies.