Take And Tug Back Control Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Take and tug back control
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 intended purpose.
Knowing what flowers allure
Have the best of all hearts.
My, how they flutter about!
Directionless, then settle.
With such artful, vibrant finesse
Weightless in zero gravity
Through an open-dressed flora door
Could this be one day, you and me?
Could I ask to be weightless?
Have zero-plus gravity one day with you.
Fasten and affix your delicate feet.
Your arms around my waist
My 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, vibrant finesse
Weightless in zero gravity
Settle to find peace,
It will never experience a refresh again.