When I bent down above the mirror view,
I saw my old face as new..
I talked to a stranger,
His eyes were filled with danger,
He sang the song of love for you:
Love shall be strange or high but never lie,
Love shall be divine and shine!
Even if you are about to die
it shall take you in its wings to fly!!
In summer days the wings
will sail us to all the winds,
Where our bodies slowly bind
In the conjunction of our mind,
In opposition of stars and inner fire!
And I name you is a cold desire!
In winter nights we suffer dearth..
We are two parallels on earth
But we are one star in the skies.
With the secrets of God in our eyes
I would name you agony of butterfly
I would give you the summertime.
And In the house of butterflies,
In the Island of turquoise sea
They are Gold and blue and free!
But They will die before we say goodbye..
Regi
The house of butterflies
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2018
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