NIGHT BUTTERFLIES

Sleepless hours
Are all adrift
With
Flitting thoughts
That
Float and flutter--
Like butterflies.
Some fleeting, floating--
Others drift across the space
Of time.
'Tis well to have chosen
Basic patterns
Of
Looking for the beautiful
And the good.
Enough of shadows and sadness
Are interspersed--
To occupy
Inactive hours.