Butterflies for Sale 

Butterflies for Sale
Silky wandering bits of heaven
Dancing dreamy saints.
Graceful in their tiny halos filled with lights.
Tormenting those who can not fly
And shall never attain the heights.

Loving dreams of grace
Desires of the saints.
Flitting and dancing upon the breeze.
Laughing at the lost souls
Who fall in torment upon their knees.

Born of wishes cast in flames
Little dancing saints.
Sparking muse’s who seek the air
Never knowing their fate is sealed
By hands filled with hate and fear.

Buy some now before they’re gone
Beautiful captured saints.
Hope in a bottle filled with little wings
Crushed to powder, grounded with greed
Slowly dying things.

See them in their crystal cages
Dying gilded saints.
Trapped forever to be used
By those who can afford to abuse.
Oh, how did dreams become so misused?

Butterflies for sale
Sorry, all sold!
Pretty passing saints.
Only memories printed in a book.
Gathering dust owned by people with
No time to take a look.

By Annette Rust; Copyright 2000