Catching Light Rays



The monarchs sail through the rivers of time, rising over the horizon. Flitter, flutter. Strong and beautiful. Floating like a cloud of vibrancy, yearning their journey’s peace. I see them flicker altogether as if they are tiny kites set free. I stand within their flock, while they drift past me like leaves of autumn. They drift up the mountains into the sky and when they pass me, I can only send my hope with them. The fire of leaves scurry past the clouds, fluttering souls of each they pass. A leader resting in each of their vivacious hearts, unifying to lead the path. Instead of the wind, I feel the butter beating of their wings tickling my hair. Never leaving each other behind. Even through the hollow air, they escape before their hearts abandon their frail bodies, only to make their last journey last forever. Their spirit of innocence, despite knowing they might never return. I see them every year, rising the ribbon of truth, proving that they can show us more. Each one a morsel in this universe, but together they hold hands. In the last moment when they finally realize that this is their forever most final time as themselves, they dream maybe next time they will have bigger wings to soar higher. They mock me with their tiny hearts, beating me with a smile on my face. Everlasting radiance even when they are gone- only we are fully aware that tomorrow may never arrive. Monarchs simply enjoy and savor and cherish their last moment. They gaze at the sunlight, gathering around as they close their eyes, letting the warmth burn their eyelids. Before they lay down and spread their wings to surrender they do their job that they travelled so far for. They lay the next generation of children. They will do the same thing again and again, always rising up with smiles on their faces. Monarchs. Hearts beating. Spirits of hope. They flutter into my heart where they can live there forever and inspire me to fly with them. Rise over the world and peer into the hearts. Flicker into my soul.


Eyes of Faith


My wishes were never heard, no matter how much I yearned to be free from the hands of sorrow. I need to search for a different place, one where I can let go.

I look into those eyes one last time, which hold all of the world’s memories.

They harden as I speak the poisonous words

but grow tender as I step farther away.

 There resides a flicker in the eyes each time they blink

hoping that I listen before I vanish to beyond. They say,

I wish that you will not forget the moon that used to tickle the night sea with streaks of white, sending light even to the creatures that lurked beneath.   

The eyes flashed a memory of the midnight

how pitch black and still the sight was,

how rapid the sounds were of the creatures living in a lullaby.

I wish that you remember the delicate fluttering of the butterflies’ wings,

I see in the eyes.

A vision appears, a butter yellow glimpse, a piece of the golden sun,

flickering to the glowing blossoms.

Then I remember

how I used to catch the fireflies in my hands in the cool summer dusk,

their way of thanking me for setting them free by blinking their radiance.

I ask the eyes,

Will your wishes come true?

A long, delicate pause and then they say,

Yes. In my eyes they will come true. My faith will grant my wishes I have for you.

I take in the words of the eyes, looking back into my own.

Their last words are

 I wish that you don’t leave me behind.

I smile at them and they do the same,

pure tranquility matching my own.

I step away from the reflection of my eyes

and see a new ray of vivacious color as I venture into the beyond.

Power of a wish

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