The Mask of Reality

A kaleidoscope of colors,
brilliant and beautiful,
adorning her majestic countenance,
she flickers her rainbow
of glorious delight, catches
the breezes . . . and flies.

Those watching from lowly places,
bow in reverence to her
stunning splendor, failing
to realize her abundance
of colors covers an aching heart
weeping for the safety
of a silken cocoon.

Never understanding for they
don’t reach past beauty,
content to remain
in superficialities,
wanting what they see
to be what they know,
and n more – they
speak in hushed tones – –
of loveliness and gentleness –
as they watch her
fluttering among the petals.

One day she no longer
will grace the garden flowers
and forget they will –
later, when other
lovelies pass in sight,
they’ll exclaim of
beauty again,
failing to remember
a day in the past
when a beautiful butterfly
with head held low,
looked with despair
into vacant eyes –
then quietly flew away.

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