A Butterfly Sleeping (In The Cradle Of A Tree) Poem by L.B. Temuco

I watch you sleep on white iris pillows
your eyes have wandered away
your face absent in a smile
a butterfly sleeping
I am invisible, I know
like a rainbow without the sun
a stranger to your mouth, your lips, your dreams
I can only touch your wilderness
press my face to unborn passions
listen for the secrets you took from the earth
I will wait to find forgiveness
feel the quiver of arrows in you
the cascade of small silver fish
that swim and swim with the sun on their backs
I want you to show me more than I have already seen
of water and voyages and lands without names
Of the fragrance of being
I want you to say without words
something voicelessly infinite
something vast and hidden
like empty nets in the sea
I want you to anoint me
with drops of shining rain