Today my soul is a butterfly
not knowing where to light.
My body takes rest on a pavilion
in years as old as itself.
The bats around me wail
like insistent children, flocks of them.
The air is still and calm,
the sun is hot –
this butterfly ready to roam.
not knowing where to light.
My body takes rest on a pavilion
in years as old as itself.
The bats around me wail
like insistent children, flocks of them.
The air is still and calm,
the sun is hot –
this butterfly ready to roam.