I wish I were a butterfly
In the middle of the desert
So I can melt
Reduced to speak of dust
Roasted by the blinding sun
Grilled to powder pigment
So that I may join the stones
Then color the sand bed
With my embedded agony
Destined to grace the earth
To mark a lover’s exit
The sky poured like whimpering child
As if crying for me
That brought torrid rain shower
And blanketed the moon
About to burst in the full bloom
But the house was dark
My disturbed sleep
Was a toss of air here and there
Right to left, South and East
My mind not feeling
Not wanting
I’m cured once more
My beloved chose
A worthy star
To mark the registered pages
While I’m tasked to make
Everyone happy
In the banquet among great friends
On his wedding day
I’m freed from the cycle of needing and wanting
So this day shall be the last
I ever think of him
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