Set Free

This life of mine she said
Was too esoteric for my ears
I have flown with the butterflies,
And still will never understand the mind.

Under Saturn’s rings she thought
About the vertical sunset lines,
How it mixes with the evil sky’s rays
Making this picture horizontally radiant.

With tears she barely cried for her father
All the Earthly pain inside her faith.
She let her spirit be release to the warmth
To not be tame by Nature’s mother.

In my arms she stained my clothes
With her liquid constructed screams.
Trying not to slip from the dream
With her last breath to me she tells.

Always follow the butterflies’ wings.
They’ll never guide you down bad paths.
Always watch the golden circle sun
When it doesn’t make anymore rays run
That is when I stop watching you.