Ressurection of Butterfly Dances

Written during the summer between freshman and sophomore year.

I am here,

I will be waiting,

forever open

to feel your words.

Fill me up.

But the sun shines clearly,

and I don’t see faces,

and I don’t see a sign

of raindrops

falling.

But you were the one,

the only one I saw.

Perfect,

perfection,

resurrection

of butterfly dances.

But will you be,

will I be,

will we be

forever lovely

under sunshine,

just like those dreams?

But can you tell,

can you know,

can I ever see,

see your eyes

again?

The tears fall,

and everything I felt

through it all.

I want to feel faith

in something more than

I ever knew,

just to hold onto,

just to hold

onto,

the sun shines,

alone.

Shine on,

alone.