She inhales butterflies
I exhale moths
We are spinning stories
Hungry as lions
Busy as spiders
Quiet as caterpillars
She giggles as the coloured bodies
Pass her lips
Just like candy she declares
And the wings are like a sugar crust
Moths are more like dead leaves
It is hard not to crunch them
The sun shines
We ache
For sleep
For tenderness
It will come
She whispers
It feels doubtful
Perhaps it is already here
But we do not notice
Too busy with our games and chances
Just so
She says
The butterflies and moths
Only visit us for the day
Tomorrow may bring
Flowers and stars
The light fades
We let them take wing
Watch as they fly into their conclusion
Happy that we got to share their life
If only for a moment.
