Like a Butterfly

Bright and full of the oppressing heat of the sun,
The clouds, white and celestial, hold my gaze:
Distant and near; my eyes drape,
Like a calm river flowing,
Into the depth of space and time that forge my dreams,
Transcending me into their heights,
Where the mountains are no more than hills:
And I, like a butterfly, float
Into a kingdom made of gold,
And glittering like the ocean reflecting the rays of the sun;
A sun that blazes without heat.

(c) 2011