Words dancing around
filling my mind;
words metamorphosing
into butterflies
colourful and fluttering
their wings spread wide
ready to take flight,
to land
on the blank pages of my book.
But hesitant and timid
they hover,
never settling, never still
and they fly away
away from my mind.
The pages not filled..
a fleeting thought,
a word, a line,
not captured and pinned
onto the blank pages.
Words liberated, fly away
free as the wind
free as the butterflies
never captured and pinned.