The Caterpillar Poem by Mihai Mocan

Like love that year,
The flowers died in spring
Millions of petals blew around me,
Scattered by the wind

I’d walked the path beneath the leafy trees
I’d seen them dripping sunlight from their leaves,
I’d spread my soul as if it was a shadow on the ground
I’d seen it had been weighed...
And that unworthy it had been found

When all the judges gather on one throne,
It’s nigh impossible for them to share the crown of gold
And when their wicked sciences are not yours,
They’ll lay the sentence on you with a curse

To each his own? Does that ring true?
Or have we started nailing people to the cross anew?
Let’s whip the souls that don’t believe our truth!
And pity fools who cannot see our proof.

And let them suffer, send them to repent!
Until their evil energy’s been spent
And let us be the ones who rule what’s left
A world of ours, world that we dream to be without a cleft

Oh, do you judges know that I have built my church?
And that I’ve long since given up the search?
Let come what may and I won’t even frown
I am my own now, I won’t let me down

For when my simple soul is simply not enough,
And when at times the seas get rough
I’ll shine the light out of my fingers, toes and eyes
And I will say to you:
“All that I want, is all that I will find”