Dialogue with the butterfly

Dr Abe V Rotor

 

                                          Anna Christina with friendly butterflies

Fly me to your world, oh butterfly,

     where flows the Pierian Spring,

the fountain of youth eternal,

     where Sylphids dance and sing.

I'd rather wish to be in your garden,    

     foe and friend yet we're one,

where the tree of knowledge blooms,

     nurtured by rain and sun.

I cannot reach for the rainbow,

     neither can I make one,

but you, by your wings and wand,

     build the biggest crown.

Your sense of beauty’s not ours,

     fleeting and elusive,

ephemeral to your senses all,

    before it is perceived.

Just for once, oh butterfly, to leave  

     the home of my ancestor,

I shall cease to ask another favor    

     nor crave for more. 

       Then I shall fly no more in your garden; 

            the flowers will die with the fountain,

       and all that lives shall crave the same

            with nothing to hope and gain. ~