Dialogue with the Butterfly
Dr Abe V Rotor
Fly me to your world, oh
butterfly,
where flows the Pierian Spring,
the fountain of
youth eternal,
where Sylphids dance and sing.
I'd rather wish to be in your garden
foe and friend yet we're one,
where the tree of knowledge
blooms,
nurtured by rain and sun.
I cannot reach for the rainbow,
neither can I make one,
but you, by your wings and wand,
build the biggest crown.
Your sense of beauty’s not ours,
fleeting and elusive,
ephemeral to your senses all,
before it is perceived.
Just for once, oh butterfly, to
leave
the home of my ancestor,
I shall cease to ask another
favor
nor crave for more.
Then I shall fly no more in your
garden;
the
flowers will die with the fountain,
and all
that lives shall crave the same
with
nothing to hope and gain. ~
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