Ah my feathered feet feel light
Against the morning canopy
It will all turn out all right
I've felt this way before
The air hangs calm
Like the wings of a lazy butterfly
Delicate
Almost like breaking
But I'm not worried about that right now
My mind slips to dreamscapes
It's how I escape
Sacred
Preserved
Often absurd
Mostly just healing
Like climbing a tree
'Like the wings of a lazy butterfly' - like that line, particulary. Nice one! - chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What strikes me about this poem is the entrapped illusiveness within it… nice.