I saw them flying high above -
with love - twisting and bending air;
there was a pair.
I compared my clumsy arms to their wings -
bringing me to believe -
I'll only be with them truly in my dreams.

How could it be,
that these tiny fluttering things,
would etch themselves so vividly
into my memories - for a lifetime it seems.

I learned from the whispers of butterflies
and all the pain died in the wake of their fleeting dance.
Enchanting me forever with the idea of metamorphosis.