One form of life is dream.
\nThe Blue Morpho butterfly,
\na silence on my wall
\namong chairs, couch, piano,
\ndreaming under glass.
\nBirthday gift,
\nthe most beautiful of wings,
\nlarger than my hand.
\nIt\u2019s no matter
\nbeyond life\u2019s flight
\nthat I see it
\nin the morning dawn.<\/p>\n
I would not mind
\nif someone found it pleasant
\nsomeday to see me,
\na picture,
\nsmiling, the remaining image
\nof a life,
\nand someone would say
\nto themselves,
\nyou are happiness
\nof what was and remains.<\/p>\n
So the gift wakes a dream,
\nlike the wings of the
\nBlue Morpho,
\nwhat was and remains
\nits beautiful dream
\nin the heart and eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One form of life is dream. The Blue Morpho butterfly, a silence on my wall among chairs, couch, piano, dreaming under glass. Birthday gift, the…<\/p>\n