Within Myself

Dark and quiet, my thoughts surround me
Like a warm blanket, I bury within myself
Only a few can understand this feeling
The reason why my words don't come

And if we could hold on to time, we would
Seek the security that no one provides
Life, unpredictable and cruel, brings bad with good
What will we cling to when we are the pillars of strength?

I am held by that deep feeling of quiet
Have you been embraced by it?
If I close my eyes, I feel I can see them
The tears, frozen on cold cheeks

Did I know during that unexpected moment
That went against everything in my being
I would become a new person in the end
That the spontaneity would make me constant?

I become captivated by my own memories
By the sound of the waves at the ocean
Or the voice of a friend, or the summer breeze
Trivial things add up to so much nostalgia

By saying 'important', I meant 'a milestone'
Which, of course, you know
Words and feelings affect me, so does being alone

But no one knows that, do they?

-Argentia Krystofel

Sky Blue

Seemingly mesmerizing me
I've never experienced this before
But it's somehow a part of my memory
The faces and colors softly fading

Even if I close my eyes it's still here
The sky blue color that flashed in my vision
The familiar face that I cannot name appears
Then turns and disappears into the confusion

A turn in the sunlit pathway I walk upon
But can you tell me which direction to go?
No man can see this future that can't be counted on
I never allow myself to assume otherwise

Even if I try, the memories of this face
Will not go away
No matter where I go, memories of this place
Continue to haunt me

No one knows who has come and who has gone
In this rainy, dreary, silent day
Yet when the most simple things leave me to be alone
I feel as if I've lost a bit of my heart

As time passes slowly, yet without care
Many may pass by this place
Where they think no one stood, they'll stand there
They'll never know of  you

The stranger that walked upon this earth
That captured the mind of a poetess
Though no one knows of this stranger's worth
He stole her words and wrote this story

Fading Away...

She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just....a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy.....
Oh, you see your gypsy.....
-Gypsy, Stevie Nicks

Dance away from me. Be overtaken and embraced by the crowd. Disappear in a burst of magic, be surrounded by sparkles as you fade. Memory is the only thing that remains, after all.


-Argentia Krystofel

Butterfly

I finally caught you today, little butterfly
You reappeared this afternoon
Just as I suspected, you're terribly sly
And only came after the flowers had bloomed

Well, I wore floral perfume today
So will you land on my shoulder?
There's a lot I wanted to say
Before you disappeared earlier

Yes, I wanted to ask how you've been
Where have you journeyed,
what places have you seen?
You left for a long while

Your wings seem to sparkle, as if you wink
Oh, I've seen so much, you reply
But you're completely silent, and I think
You're not leaving; why?

Then you flutter past my face, and in a sudden rush
You're no longer the white butterfly I once knew
Instead, a pretty man smiles at me, and I flush
The answer is clear, but I still want to ask 'who are you?'

You bow, removing your hat, smoothing your red coat
'Shall we?' you hold out your hand and I take it
Colors and pictures surround me, through the air we float
I open my eyes to find that I am lost, but it's with you

It's the Butterfly World, I guess, and it almost glitters
The most beautiful place I've ever seen
As you show me your world; I feel like I'm in a theater
Watching a fantasy film, or living in a dream

Your home is full of magic and mystery
'So this is where you go in winter'
You smile, eyes sparkling, looking at me
And you don't give me any answer

We see the ocean, the forest, the sky
We talk and laugh, you're like a good friend
You're a gentleman, Mr. Butterfly,
You are good to me; you're like a rare gem

I stare into your dark brown eyes; so gentle
You take my hands in yours; so warm
The moonlight kisses your face
And you kiss my lips.

I think to myself; who will believe this?
First person to speak to a butterfly,
Hold hands with a butterfly
Kiss a butterfly.

And now a man has become a butterfly
He's flown away from me again
It was all just a dream, but I won't cry
No; because this isn't the end


Little poem about my butterfly. He's been visiting me lately in our backyard, but I've only managed to get a few pictures of him.

What does he look like when he transforms? This is my best guess.

 Thanks for stopping by!

 Don't forget to say hi to your neighborhood butterfly next time you see him...you never know when he'll decide to transform back into a person. :P

-Argentia