I almost wish we were butterflies

My back towards the earth, my belly towards the sky.

I would dream of the day's beyond the black sunrise.

The times when the rules and standards of man I'd no longer comply.

Times where for guidance I'd look to the butterflies.

If I knew that beyond that black sunrise was a world without limits, oh the things I would do.

Hidden in this cocoon; no longer would I stay.

From this safety net I would breakthrough.

These wings I'd no longer peel back.

The colors I'd set on display.

I would no longer be scared to fly away.

I'd dance in the field's of Lillies.

Drink from the lips of daisies.

Luxuriate in the ream's of the euphoric underworld.

Kiss the one I love.

If there was ever any safety in it, how I might fly.

I'd spring off of the rooftops of Shanghai.

Just to remember how falling into you felt.

But, alas my belly pointed towards the sky; eyes beyond the horizon I could sense my future beyond it.

Only I didn't know what.

I hold my own hand too afraid that if I reach out for yours; that on the morrow the wails of our love will silence, and it will birth only a stillborn.

For even in limitless forever there are limits.

Even in that euphoric underworld there are demon's.

And in the fields of Lillies there are thorns.

Even in the sweetness of daisies there is bitterness.

And within the limits when I kiss the one I love I'm met with spiked barbed wire.

For either way there was never any safety in it.

I wish we were butterflies.

For if we knew what little time we had maybe safety wouldn't matter.

If we knew this summer was all we had, would that be close enough to limitless?

But we aren't butterflies.

70 summers we've been allotted.

70 summers for us to say, next time.

70 summers for fear to overtake us.

Time the greatest blessing, the worst curse.

The thing that sets us apart.

I wish we were butterflies.

If I knew there was a time frame before the light in our world died out.

I would pirouette over the stones.

I would taste only the sweetness in the bitterness of the daisies.

I would have kissed you between the spiked barbed wire.

We are not butterflies though.

So at arm's length I hold you.

Hoping that between now and one of the 70 summers we live that we might live beyond the limits.

Hoping just to stay close to you between that time.

For 70 summers without you is a curse no spell could break.

It's an ending I could never take.

It's a stillborn that my life I'd give to resuscitate.

And so I will catch a thousand butterflies, and hold them in clear jars.

I'll keep them close as I watch the stars.

Learning forever from lives.

Until the day that my metamorphosis is complete.

Then I'll give myself to you throwing away my fears proving our love ever elite.