Black Butterfly

Black Butterfly, Black Butterfly
Transforming into a birth of a new resurrected soul,
Riding the winds of Heaven, Heaven...
Butterfly flying high, high wanting to touch the sky.

Black Butterfly whose spirituality is magnified, like the phoenix she rises.
Scorching everything tat representing a lie, in search.
The crossing, the crossing of the burning sea.
Black Butterfly, Black Butterfly.
My heart.

© 2001 Richard Turner