When I was dazed and confused about my life.

Hope came in the form of a butterfly.

Its fluorescent wings bright against the blue sky.

I saw my spirit guide with my naked eye.

Whenever I am filled with fear.

White butterflies make my path clear.

I proudly tread on solid ground.

With a vision clear and sound.

And when I don’t go outside.

My butterflies follow me inside.

See them on my walls, windows and door.

Feel the wind from their wings at my feet on the floor.

My butterflies

I need them. I need my spirit guides.

They hear and heed to my cries.

My precious immortal butterflies.

I saw you in my dreams last night.

I did not get a fright.

You are still as beautiful as you were on earth.

I hope you visit the woman who gave to you, birth.

I saw you in my dreams yesterday.

Oh, you had a lot to say.

You shared pieces of your life with me.

That is how I know about your family.

I saw you in my dreams yesterday.

I do not want to forget any of the things you said.

I hope it was you.

I hope what they say about dreams, and the departed, is true.

I saw you in my dreams last night.

One thing I do not remember is your smile.

You are fading... everything is fading.

Visit me again while I am aging.

I saw you in my dreams last night.

Before you left I gave you the longest hug,

Because after the... conversation we had, it struck me...

The last time I saw you and spoke to you, was on the 23rd of June in 20 seventeen.

I looked at you and remembered how I had been trying to get used to your absence since.

Joy is what I felt in your presence.

You are missed girl born in July.

Girl who I saw in my dreams last night.

I was partying with my girls.

Doing booty shakes and some twirls.

Dancing with my demons till I was jaded.

I soon became intoxicated

And they vacated.

Swimming in a sea of margarita.

Losing my senses like a retard.

Felt light headed and dank.

While my conciousness sank.

My mind began to play on me, a prank.

I woke up in a haze.

Eyes barely open, me in a daze.

Next to me lay a sambrero.

A man came running screaming, “Ai, viento!”

My skin was scorched.

The sun was brighter than a torch.

Wind slapping my face.

Grains of sand headed to the heavens at a great pace.

Eyes widening.

Face reddening.

My heart erupting.

My mouth screaming.

I grabbed the man, who had seized his sambrero from the mischievous wind.

“Sir, please tell me where I am.”, I began to plea.

“Ah, senorita, estas en Mexico.”.

The only word that left my mouth was, “No.”