Mais Je Reve

Shunned, living in
Watery dazzle of the
Moonlight; pond

Sucking hard at the banks
Of yesterdays.
And the mutant butterflies

Of wishful dreams
Extend their glaucous silky
Wings - into the sky.

Indelibly provocative, these wings
That paint our heart and
Vanish, out of sight.

P.S. Rach, poem updated.