"I" s and "Why"s. Part 2

What if butterflies we are
Keen to love for day or two?
What if shared boats mark
What is old but dwells anew?

What if buttercream we are;
Smoothly beaten creamy milk;
Hermitage for sugar are,
What is sweet and kind, but serene.

Do we fear the phony oaths
Crafting lines at home?
Do we run or do we float?
Are we one or sheer alone?

I feel
like sliding through a canyon.
I am
A tiny microbe blanketed by wind. And thus
The spring reminds me of the eyes
That guard
The frontier of my ego and my will.
Why am
I anxious being vested in the gaunt silks?
Why do
The meadowlarks and blooming April
Bring perpetually the joy
Not just
Today?
I say...

intrepid dive into a universe of flowers
a tiny plunge in waters. i
can't hear thy name
a torrent swells the echo from your mouth,
reflecting from the roses. why
are not thy thorns yet safe?