Would That I Return As A Butterfly Poem by Mystic Qalandar

How may I return as a butterfly
in the next turning of existence—
to wander the rose garden of eternity?

There, roses bloom in countless hues,
each exhaling a secret fragrance,
each shining with a celestial face.

Let me alight upon them, one by one,
lay soft kisses on their petals,
and breathe in their hidden worlds,
drinking the nectar only lovers taste.
For every rose is the visage of my Beloved,
whom I touched only briefly in this life—
a meeting too fragile, too fleeting
for the hunger of my soul.

My longing may astonish even the angels,
yet I feel no shame in desiring rebirth
if it leads me back to my Love—
to complete a story written
before my spirit took form.
In me, the thorn and the purr entwine:
a fierce yearning soothed
by the whisper of devotion.

My mind drifts to that eternal garden
and reshapes me—light as a prayer at dawn,
tasting moments of intimate wonder
between wing and blossom.
I land and lift away in a silent smile,
performing my love like a sacred refrain,
a music rising from the deepest chambers.

Its dwelling place has always been
within the roses—
within my heart, where it lived
long before time awakened.
I have known this touch before,
perhaps in another life,
perhaps in the shimmering halls
of parallel worlds;
for when a petal brushes my skin,
the universe sighs in déjà vu.

The inscriptions upon destiny's wall
grow luminous as dawn—
spellbinding, irresistible,
each word a charm
pulling me back to my Beloved.

—December,6,2025