Butterflies in the wind, you see,
Meaty, colorful rainbows,
On petals of flowers, their wings move,
My life is a little in this groove.
I’m there, chilling into autumn,
A reptile waiting motionless
An ancient animal, longing for wings,
Thirsting for the sunlight still
I remember, as if I’d be,
Or ever I was,
And time turns within me,
Everything could have been – tomorrow.
Time sheds cold tears at dawn,
I age into the night,
My hands shake long ago,
Like an old man, I implore,
Let me have a bit of life once more,
Before I must depart,
Just once, let me truly know you,
I feel your lips whispering in my ear,
You’re happy to be here by my side,
And our bodies tremble as we touch,
Let us be like this a while.
A star plays in the night,
It would cry if it could tell your dreams,
So pure and alive in you,
And simple the way you desire it.
On the wings of moths, the night
Gently glides, like the air
Heavy as velvet, lifts to the sky,
And there you are, half-floating,
The human, in the night,
Perhaps questioning oneself,
What if you don’t exist,
What will be left after nothingness?
I sigh bridges into nothingness,
And hope your dream will reach,
This is how I stretch for you,
For nothingness with almost everything,
We search for each other in infinity,
Vines reaching for a grip,
That you don’t exist, doesn’t exist,
I cross the nothingness with loyalty
extending into the void on the edge of the fall
I feel that you are there, this is how i hold
For the moment when we intertwine,
I spin around on the wheel of life.