February 12th, 2009

hv

Harbinger (Flat White Love Story)


Consider our lives as the deep exhales of butterflies,
and eternity as the space between our eyes;
what prodigious thoughts lurk in this place,
where flawed ideals expand at frightening pace?
What blind love do we receive in vain,
when emotion is seen as the greatest pain?
Can you truly see forever in my eye’s depth,
when our lives are as fleeting as a butterfly’s breath?