BUTTERFLIES DIE TOO

We got these hands, you and me,
Take mine, I’ll lead you far, you’ll see.

I’ve walked this road a thousand times,
Each step, a different face defines.
With every threshold crossed and hand embraced,
Spring blooms anew, a family’s embrace.

Life and death, they dance as one,
The future grips tight, then it’s undone.
Through the years, I’ve found my truth,
Living through others, in the blood of youth.

Once, I was clear, a lucid soul,
But frail blind girls took their toll.
Yet lovelier than the moon’s soft light,
They showed me paths, both dark and bright.

A trail of moss, of mist, of dew,
Of young bodies, with life anew.
Wind, cold rain, summer’s embrace,
All make a man from that young face.

In presence lies my virtue’s gleam,
Solitude’s the price of death’s regime.
From delight to fury, I’ve known them all,
Through every being, I stand tall.

Through earth and clouds, through seasons’ change,
My youth endures, a life rearranged.
My blood, it rises over ruins past,
And in our hands, our bond holds fast.

Nothing can seduce, as we entwine,
Like a forest, returning earth to sky.
Night prepares for an endless day,
Hand in hand, we’ll find our way.

:: 07.28.2023 ::