The Sunflower

She is a sunflower catching butterfly

Dancing with the breeze, waiting for sunrise

Her lips are sealed, her movement subtle

Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s the lover

Like a long winding road that takes a sudden turn

She smiles broadly but mostly without a reason

She doesn’t care, but worries a lot

Of what’s coming, she also sees all that’s gone

She is not the one to hide

She tells this to herself and twice

And as the evening beckons, the butterfly wanders away

Her arms stretched can no more touch him again

So as the day wields its last drop of light

Staring at the setting sun she tells herself –

One more night