flight of the butterfly, rising free
You are…
The bird’s song each bright moment.
The bright rising sun that wakes me.
A careful and constant caress.
in a small dark room
she waited for her lover
he imagined her thoughts
he imagined her beauty
I'm running out of words
Though lives move on
Song of endlessness
No place to find rest
There was a moment
When all was divine
But the moment flowed
Ruthlessness of time
Divinity will return
Again and again and again
Like the new butterfly
Or the fresh spring rain
To lose the love of life
Hold it in your hand
Better instead to savor it
Releasing it to the winds
Time rushes on
While my soul finds space
To live and to love
In Divinity's fine embrace