flight of the butterfly, rising free
in a small dark room
she waited for her lover
he imagined her thoughts
he imagined her beauty
To reach into the dark realms
And pull out the eternal wisdom
To step into the memories
Of the ancient builders of time
Galaxies collapsing
Violent force of will
Finding the place
Mind can be still
Hidden deep within
Secrets still dwell
Listen to the sage
Her story, to tell
Wander back to life
Find the Holy Place
Quiet in the beauty
God's most Perfect Face