What monsters chase butterfiles -
Evil dressed up in love.
They imprison in wood and glass
What should dance in the sun.
And so they constrain each lifeless body,
Silently struggling and cruelly pinned:
Just to fathom the beauty of those many-coloured wings.
And I, too, chase a butterfly -
Monsters I understand.
Watch her flit from flower to flower,
Sometimes rest on my hand.
She circles my head
And losing my balance my mind starts to spin,
Till the monster could kill to possess for its own
Those peerless wings
See the look in my eye.
See all of the evil that lurks here within.
As alien to what I would be as a cage
To those fragile wings.
So fly free my butterfly -
You belong in the sky.
And as I shackle the monster in chains
So enslave my desire.
She rises majestic,
Gathering strength as she rides on the wind.
In colours of violet and gold
She fades as my summer sky dims.
When predator wounds you,
Storm strikes you down and your body grows thin,
Come back to my hand
It awaits -
Not to tie
But to tend your aching wings.
