(This is for someone very dear to me who is very far away...)

The moon hangs above your head as well.
So lonely and cold,
where life cannot dwell.
You close your eyes and sigh in defeat.
Down a worn out street,
merely shuffling your feet.
If I drilled through the earth and came out in stride,
perhaps you'd be standing by my side.
Worlds apart and yet we feel
the same pain and hunger,
the snake biting our heel...
Mistrust and sadness
more like dwelling in madness
when we want to see a shining face
to burn the darkness from this place.
When I want to fall, I remember your smile.
When I feel alone, I remember your words.
I put my hand up to the wall and I see yours there
but I cannot touch you, or kiss your hair...
I hope those around stop and look.
I hope they notice you.
Those who have eyes with unharmed sight
could stare in wonder, so lovely, so bright...
And blind men who feel your words and listen
can even notice how you glisten...

Fools they are who don't stop to see.
The beautiful butterfly
that is staring at me...