Oratory On Paper

Butterfly

There comes a time when our bodies must die.
At this time we must not run but invite.
Tell us the hue of our souls, Butterfly.

Who I really am...Can you clarify?
I wish to be told the secret insight.
There comes a time when our bodies must die.

How will I look when in stillness I lie?
Will my color be dark or will it be bright?
Tell us the hue of our souls, Butterfly.

How will my anima show in your eyes?
Be my essence stained with black or with white?
There comes a time when our bodies must die.

Elegant in your dance, you rule the sky.
Like you, so graceful, I wish to take flight.
Tell us the hue of our souls, Butterfly.

From your enlightenment, I will not shy.
I will follow your wings into the light.
There comes a time when our bodies must die.
Tell us the hue of our souls, Butterfly.