Expressed belief

They say I come off flippant
in those sometimes fleeting moments
of clarity,
in between the butterflies and moonbeams
I collect.
I refuse to become jaded
by this worlds disappointments
but rather ,
hold fast to the wonders
I have espied
waiting right around the corner
of my minds eye.
Erroneously, the good I send
sometimes falls on rocky ground,
but the spiritual sampling of what
others may call mystical
has always left me savoring
the flavor of more.
And while our tastes today seem to run
to the harsh and acidic,
I prefer my world flavored with the sweetness
of what I choose as reality.
Is a flower narcissistic for bending to a pool
to chance - glance its reflection?
The world reflects its own beauty
flatter by the beams of light
that display the inner beauty.
In my heart
I am busy saving,
sifting through the images give me every day.
I am building a sanctuary
against the incessant onslaught
of mournful excess
and maudlin overindulgence
we seem to roll in.
It is a span of nefarious nature
that blinds our souls
in negligent
of the true wonder of life.