When the winter of my heart throws its black coat on my stripped soul
And when the bright shining stars Seem to me as dark as coal
I hear a voice calling my name and whispering words of comfort
“Wipe your tears, mourn no more, Look up to the sky and surrender to happiness”
I smile at the idea and open my eyes: There is a colorful butterfly on my nose
An early sign, announcing the renewal of life. I look at it and can’t believe what I see
“Did you talk to me? I ask him in astonishment, Can you speak, my language?
Yes I did, answers the exquisite butterfly, and I can see your sadness
He has words for me, as fresh as spring, I love his voice, I love his wings
And the more he talks about my problems, the more I am fascinated
by the depth of his mind and the wisdom of his advices, all suited for me
I know something is not right, butterflies can’t speak my language!
I know I have to think with my head and turn away … but why would I?
This butterfly here can speak, can laugh and most of all can talk to ME
His voice, as soft rain speaks the language of my heart, and his laughter is light
As light as a leave carried away by the breeze, I close my eyes, open up my soul
I want to hear clearly, make sense of this, I close my eyes and the word stands still…
Only his lips move. Do I focus on his lips just a little bit more than I should?
The image of these lips combining with his tongue and teeth to make sounds of words
The smile on his face when he makes a point…Should I stop? I don’t think so.
So I open my eyes and look at him again, He is as bright as he has ever been.
The vivid colors of his glistering wings, make all beings clap for him
The birds are singing, the bees are bussing, flowers are blossoming,
celebrating his magnificent beauty. My eyes are delighted by this elfin sight
when his lips touch mine, the sweet taste of ripped fruits he feeds from thrills my sense
I see my butterfly spreading its wings and flying high in the sky, swirling gracefully
Coming back, kissing my nose, flying again, landing on a flower, drinking its nectar,
Flighty and flirty, kissing a second one, as charmingly as only he can be