Heartland

White Butterflies

This evening in the meadow
I was sewing the hem of
my heart
feared if it will be seared open
again
when another storm erupt beneath the layer of my skin
rupturing ancient wounds

But that's when your white butterflies came
telling me how to breath again
underwater and inside a dungeon
Of fire

And for the first time
in an eternal lightyear
I tore the seams open
letting the light in
waiting for your arrival in
my heartland