The butterfly
Has landed on my life
Change
Hear the phone call
From the other end of the world
The wings beat
Pick up the quitcase
Carrying away memories and all
The wings beat
Taste the raindrops
Flooding my eyes in light of life
The wings beat
Look through the fingers
Of the hiding child in plain sight
The wings beat
Inhale the scent of spice
Amidst the man from a mystery source
The wings beat
It is all different
Irreversible and clear as glass
The wings beat
--11/22/05
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