Sometimes

Sometimes
words drip out of my eyes
on to the paper 
rearranging themselves 
until they find peace

Sometimes
images flow through my fingers
staining the canvas
in colors that have no name 

Sometimes
leaves falling from the trees
sing wisdom from the ages
and the bark beckons me to dance

Sometimes
nectar and sap 
stick to me like a sweet web of past lives 
and all I can do is wait for the butterflies
to set me free 

Sometimes
desolation and disbelief
trap me in a shell of my own design
and all I can do is wait for the butterflies 
to set me free