A day will come!
A day will come to your doorstep, your bedside,
With an unusual music in the wind,
That day, you will look at the mirror, put up your new cloths,
Even the pair of your new shoes, inviting the rain.
You will come out of your shell, the cocoon, the labyrinth,
With the savage realization of futile indispensability.
At that moment, you will have all those magical moments lost, dancing in the rain-
Not being polite, not being cautious, not being afraid to hurt,
Not being cruel, tormenting, or merciless to yourself,
You will fall like the avalanche, the tempest, the tornado, the hurricane, and the thunder,
True to yourself, as natural as you can!

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.