Quiescence
At night when loneliness hits
Even the butterflies go to sleep
If you look closely, you'll see
They are hiding upside down
In the underside of a leaf
Resting their tired wings
No longer showing their
Beautiful colors and designs
while dancing from flower to flower
Instead, they stand stilll
watching us while we sit
by the fire, mesmerized by
the flames getting higher
They are listening to
Our tales and thoughts,
Whether we share our joy
Or our fears
They can still see our smiles
and our tears
I wonder if they too cry or
laugh or they ignore us
Before they close their eyes
While the sparks fill the night
Intermittently as if they were
hundreds of fireflies