A butterfly crept to sleep upon my fingertips,
Its tiny eyes,
Its open mind,
Drifting miles beyond this Earth.

I walked for days,
I slaved through my chores,
But still it slept,
Beauty and desire,
The flightless butterfly upon my fingertips.

The strain of holding my pose was a hard weight to bear,
But daily it got lighter as heaven slowly took him home.

A butterfly fell to death upon my fingertips,
Its lifeless wings,
The song it sings,
Reincarnation - an angel.

I miss the feel of love,
Upon my fingertips.