How could they know you were there? How would they know you would be here; The past, Dark, it may have been, Your present, illuminated with every artistic beam; Because of that very darkness that closed you in, Like an enigmatic butterfly, Your heart grew out of its caterpillar like shells within, So many days you cried, Rivers and oceans alike, No one heard you, but you, You needed your hand to hold you up, And love like that between the fresh grass and the morning dew, That moment when you grabbed the hands of your shooting star, Has taken you billion miles and far, Only few knows where you come from, Few knows who you may be, But only you know, you were there-you cease to exist, And the real you begin to soar out like the butterfly of a soul you are. How could they know you were there? How would they know you would be here; You tell a tale of a man, Who grew out of his dark and yet hopeful shell, Into a white butterfly, telling a peaceful tale.
#2 Oct 2016