Two butterflies went at Noon
Chasing distant birds
As my heart chases the pleasure
I believe is love, the last privilege
Of meaning, Life could not convince
Me that, there were more important things
I was not logical, or cruel, or sober
A martyr-poet loses syllables
In pangs, better left unsaid…
Like a caterpillar going at Noon
Motivation has dissolved in the search
As my heart chases the unity
I believe is love, a territory of decay
Where I feel impotent to declare
Myself any lasting victory.
Wuji Seshat 
lovely!
Thank you, it’s about as close to haiku as I get! hehe