A smile, a cry

A smile and a cry

follows a spell of a silent dry

eyes shut, leaving the sky

to blacken and arrive

from a corner of the eye

No meaning to derive

it's an abstract butterfly

with a smile on a wing

and a wing with a cry.

Yet there is a sky

to gobble in my breath

I think about why

a smile and a cry

can't be put togethere to a test

Some days make me think harder

some days just go by

My palms remain open

and my palm remain close

on some days

I am the abstract butterfly

sitting on a fence 

like a fence sitter

the profound width of the fence

is enough for a creature like me

enough to open up in harmony

the wing with a cry

with the wing with a smile.