Winged Glory

Sleepless nights pass by
A butterfly that floats along the winds of silence
Struggling to find its flower
Drifting on breezes beyond its power
Looking for
Nectar
That place where dreams
Live in unassuming reality
Reflecting the colours of wakefulness
Wings
Flutter
Contours of the other path peaking through
Mountain peaks on the ocean of unconscious
Maps not meant for most
Only those sleepless few
Who find solace in the lonely hours of twilight
It is here the blossoms grow
Where the nectar can be found
Led by visions of Truth
With a taste of creation
The silence is their companion wandering through the darkness
A deafening roar of self pieces the sleepless thunder
Until only the winged glory remains
Riding on the wind