Take And Tug Back Control Poem by Mark Heathcote

When does a butterfly
Take and tug back control
Brutally blown this way and that
Steadily somersaulting
Under an invisible spell
I sense it's on an explorative
Journey to discover its weft
Its length of silk its weight in gold
Own primordial unfolding goal
When does a butterfly
Change course with the intent purpose
Knowing what flowers allure
Have the best of all hearts
My how they flutter about
Directionless then settle
With such artful aplomb finesse
Weightless with zero gravity
Through an open-dressed flora door
Could this be one day, me and you?
Could I ask to be weightless?
Have zero-plus gravity one day with you.
Fasten and affix your delicate feet
Your claws around my flowers-
Amber sacred heart my love
When does a butterfly
Play out its last tug of war
And pin, its heart to the wall
Never to fall
With such artful aplomb finesse
Weightless with zero gravity
Settle to find peace,
It will never experience afresh again.