Scorching Passion

A Simple Complex

Between the sheets
of dreams and pain,
trying to explain
what I cannot understand.

Mystery is simple
what's simple passes by,
untouched.

Space is vital,
it is denied
in everyday life.

Eyes of a child
holding treasures
of bygone times.

Emerging butterflies
the chrysalis ends
waiting till
fragile wings expand and dry.

Missing out
on the greatness of life
cause we don't stop
to gaze at the stars.