See it fly on shimmering wings
a million colours light the sun,
sitting on my hand so still,
look you may, but touch you can’t,
its proud self reminds me of him,
all confidence, yet fragile, too,
powerful and breakable,
a priceless diamond…
little butterfly, do not fly away,
your quiet beauty makes me dream,
as your wings glitter in the summer heat
like the raindrops playing on his skin,
I remember those moments of joy
when we shared another heartbeat


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007