Butterfly Princess...

Dawn always rise from the East
carrying thoughts around the Earth
carrying dreams of joy and feast
for me carries one in the name of Dearth...

Dewdrops are always rise from the petal
meeting the clouds surrounding the Earth
shaping the image of the skies transcedental
giving a princess a passion to birth...

Rays of sunlight call flowers to open
accepting the seeding in their deepest inside
allowing their nectar by the bees to be gropen
unveilling the selves and desires they hide...

Somewhere my princess opens her eyes
and her noble eyelids are for someone wings
a swarm of magestic imperial butterflies
in shadow places waiting for the winds...

Where is a thirst must always be water
where is a need must be always a shoulder
where is a woman must always be a man
when there is a way we live what we can...