in the midst of summer, i lay where the mossy grass paints my shoes green, 

and the warm winds breeze through my silhouette,

lays the most riveting creature i’ve ever seen.

that day on july 16.

your wings grace my cheek so lovingly,

the touch so homely,

as you brush my hair back and wipe my tears clean.

it lingers so lustily,

with such warmth in your wings and amber in your eyes,

my blue butterfly—how you are so serene.

my blue butterfly, 

my darling.

how can you not see yourself not in the way i see you?

when you are as beautiful as a cluster of stars,

the constellations that tie you together.

as mesmerising as flowing droplets,

and the skies that fill the voids full of unknowns and the utmost whimsical whims.

an entity–

so beautiful you are.

my blue butterfly.

my blue butterfly, 

the rebirth of what it’s like to experience flying again.

you bring me to the most private of spots, where i see rainfall and everything feels claustrophobic.

to the most public, where i see sun gleaming on my face followed by,

the touch of your warm embrace.

like a cycle,

you will wither in my palm and die.

though, you will always grow again.

you will grow and you will come back to me.

my blue butterfly 

– an ode to lovers