It occurred to me that you never see a butterfly at night.
You could strain your eyes into the darkness, every evening, with nothing to gain.
In my dreams I see them there, waving at me ready to take flight.
Though I've never seen one, no matter how hard I try. Staring in the blackness of the sky, it is always in vain.
So where is their dwelling place? Their retreat for slumber deep?
In my heart of hearts I wish to know this and forever the secret I will keep.
Life is not worth knowing without the butterfly, more mundane and more than a tad bit trite.
So I wait until the morning for them to come from their hiding place. I would wait forever for just a glimpse of their total grace.

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