Moon-Butterfly-Eyes

First draft written on 4/16/17. Still working on this one...

Moon-Butterfly-Eyes


It had been a dark road
the long path of night stretching out
like years. The hills
void-less lumps in the distance
with hardly an outline of contour.

Even driving the speed limit
my wife and I had to strain our eyes
fumbling with maps and missed turns.

The moon is  flying around and around
like a butterfly!
My daughter's first poem rose
from the back seat of the car
alighting on our ears
she wrote with her dark tongue
and dark breath in the dark night
while the moon, a gentle shepherd,
had been following her, for years.

Night, darkness, blindness.
Night's weight conceals the spectrum
of the rainbow
but she chose a near lighter-than-air-creature
that I hardly noticed, that always announces I'm here,
with the early autumn glow of it's wings.
______________________________________________________

First draft written below:

"The moon is like a butterfly,"
my daughter's first poem
she wrote with her tongue and breath
while the moon
 had been following her
like a shepherd.
Night, darkness, blindness.
Night's heaviness conceals the spectrum of the rainbow
but she choose a near-lighter than air creature
that always announces it's here
with the autumn of its wings.

Her mind
is like a moon-butterfly.