Butterfly

A butterfly floats its way through the night air.
Forgetting itself as its gentle skin fades
And its gentle skin grows to become the night air.

A butterfly floats in my mind and its gentle kiss is the valley between yours and mine
The universe of a mind that tears us apart.
The universe of a spirit that joins us.

A butterfly floats in the gentle breeze that is the space between my teeth
Its gentle wings wash a valley of soulful air down the channel that is my throat and I sing.
I sing a song that is the painting of my life
A song that is the poem I speak
A poem that is the dream I live

And as the butterfly fades, I fade
And the space between us becomes the faded skin within which I once lived.

By
Faith Wanjau