flight of the butterfly, rising free
winter winds blow the seeds
scatter them over the lands
until they find a new home
and set down new roots
Black, black, black, black
The only colors I see
Until I close my eyes
Replay that last interaction
Jubilation flows, joy ripples, love grows
Essence of being is set free on new wings
and we see all true things
Beat of God fills this mind tonight
(for Christi)