The Giant Butterfly

by der hofnarr

So out of place - out of step - so... out of time
To have been born some centuries sooner
Or perhaps some centuries hence...
Would it alter feelings of foreboding?
Would life then, perchance, make sense?

I perceive so many things others seem not to observe
The quietness of gentle winds, the beauty of a soaring bird
Moves me even to the point of tears
But... why are there so few who feel the same as I?
Does no one else feel moved to scan the southern sky
And see the myriad stars sprinkled over heaven�s vast expanse
And see Orion in his might - cast in the mighty hunter�s stance?

The light from yonder stars, traversing time and space
Impinges undiminished on my eyes
And splashes brilliance on my face

And as I stroll alone, unwatched,
Beneath the cold and radiant sky
My soul awakens - and it stirs
Alas... only to cry...

The constellation Hercules will cross my sight no more.
Instead a giant butterfly will now forever soar.