LOVE IS A BUTTERFLY

I have watched her walk up to me in dark rooms

Pulling off dark curtains to allow light in

I stare at her hands 

They were unfamiliar but bore gifts

It's a block of rooms in a compound

Compact even in diversity

Even when I got fed up with her and lost her

She found me in the most pleasant ways

In the most unfamiliar ways

Arms open wide

Moist eyes

Warm hugs that set my heart on fire 

Giving my dead soul a double resuscitation

I waited for it from the familiar medics

They didn't show up

But she came borne by another 

I am not very loyal

So I tend to throw her away

To cast her to the ground

But she is rooted in me like a cashew seed

So I sowed her like a fertile seed on other lands

She is a song that I will sing to fellow travellers

She is a scroll that I will hand down through generations

She is a vision that I will show to the blind

She is a baton that I will pass on to other marathoners

But no one told me 

That she had wings 

That she perched on every tree 

or that she was a butterfly