If a dream were the world, the pearl to my wisdom, I would smile impossibly.
If it seemed what I have learned, in a world so crimson, was only about hopes blossoming.
Then waking reality would be but a backdrop to my heart singing softly,
Tasting life and at once gushing with verbosity.
For every breathless day since, that very first unearthing, I have been wondering.
Could she really exist, a beauty so disturbing, so unintentionally encumbering?
She so free and unafraid to follow the winds southerly,
Simply and inexplicably being herself so magically powerful.
A soul of many colours, a Butterfly by any other name, she is a galaxy.
The promise of many summers, none of which are the same, she is my fantasy.
A thing of dark passion ferocious love she touches me savagely,
From inside me she manifests giving me purpose gallantly.
A young virtuoso with a steely eye, roving the hills, I capture the future.
Unburdened by fears of dying, time kills, but not even that can dispute her.
From the past till now I am her from a distance but somehow sooner,
Us two creatures creating an existence that’s sometimes smoother.