For this lifetime,
You chose to be a butterfly,
And I, a man.
You fly across the sky
Leaving multitudes of stars
and constellations in your path––
Where you touch the earth––
there is a flower.
As you flit through the air
on a sunny day,
The sky becomes bluer,
The grass greener.
One day,
I caught you in my net.
The dust of your wings fell to the ground
and turned to gold.
When I tethered you to earth,
You created a heaven of rainbows.
Since then,
I have decided to set you free
and let you dance.
Sometimes, when you come near to me
and sit on my hand,
I can gaze into your eyes and feel
the pulse of your being.
I can feel
The longing of my childhood––
The rhymy mystery of my birth:
I cross my heart
And close my eyes
And wish I were
A butterfly.