Looking at the golden moon,
I know how deeply I love you.
No matter how much plastic is in circulation,
How deep,
How intense,
How meaningful,
How silent!

At the dawn,
As the pale moon descends in a blanket of mist,
I know how deeply your love permeates in silence.

Let our souls dance in the ecstasy of the breeze,
Fly high as weightless dry leaves,
Let our soul be feathery light,
And at that moment of pure intoxication,
Like a butterfly frenzied in nectar,
Let us drown in the ocean of delight!

To be a butterfly is a magnificent privilege,
To descend in the magical garden of love,
And be so ephemeral, so transient, so fragile and so beautiful.