NaPoWriMo Day 11: Butterflies drift

Day 11 of the NaPoWriMo challenge at www.napowrimo.net.
 
Prompt:
And last but not least, today’s (optional) prompt. Take a look at Kyle Dargan’s Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn. This poem is a loose villanelle that uses song lyrics as its repeating lines (loose because it doesn’t rhyme). Your challenge is, like Dargan, to write a poem that incorporates song lyrics – ideally, incorporating them as opposing phrases or refrains.
 

 
Butterflies drift
after David Bowie

Now she walks through her sunken dream,
speckled monarchs swirl, cherry blossoms rain and night is gone.
Wonder if he’ll ever know?
 
None of the elements would gel so that cold reality had to go.
It pierced the heart with daggers thrown under the longing luna.
Now she walks through her sunken dream.
 
Lyrics compose without your input when you’re not listening.
Pictures paint themselves; fog shapes labyrinths for the directionless.
Wonder if he’ll ever know?
 
Leaves of stories weave characters who cannot find the words.
Tourmaline builds a shield to protect the wounded light.
Now she walks through her sunken dream.
 
We are who we are, and we cannot be anyone else.
You cannot change the way you breathe in this changing air.
Wonder if he’ll ever know?
 
The widest ocean isn’t far when the pull of the tide is so fierce.
It’s like bread or oxygen. Conjures existence’s ebb and flow.
Wonder if he’ll ever know
that she walks through her sunken dream.

 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 11, 2025

Lyrics from David Bowie’s Life on Mars: Now she walks through her sunken dream / Wonder if he’ll ever know