Scene 24: The Butterfly

The moonlight cries
The pitter of its tears
The patter of its sighs
Opens up the sorrow
In all the lonely lives

The caterpillar dreams
The crawling of its wishes
The sprawling of its schemes
Drags along the spirit
Against the waxing gleams

The cloudy rivers drop
The blessing of its bounty
The stressing of its crop
Strings behind the problems
And seeks to make them stop

The Aurelia blanket wraps
The soothing of its hold
The smoothing of its grasps
Shelters past the pain
Towards the future’s haps

The white wind blows
The fraying of its breath
The saying of its rows
Carries with it hope
To all the longing souls

The butterfly sings
The flutter of its song
The mutter of its wings
Will open up the light
The door to everything