Sol Americae

I stumbled upon a stage butterfly,
in the lonesome hallway of autumn,
whose new-fledged wings fluttered
hesitantly, so did his words

Offered me some mesmerizing
aromas lingered in his teen
flame surfing a late summer evening
should I say lemon-scented gum
or eucalyptus tree
not to forget jasmine mixed
with mild ocean breeze

As he flew away
more confidently
I promised to linger
in his silk memories
and random lines
He promised not to let spotlights
fade his vibrant colors in winter

We might have changed
there and then
each others lives
unpretentiously,
quietly

in hopes of sharing the same skies
in a future spring