Stories and Blessings

I caught a dream one day
In my butterfly net
Scampering through a field
Built for the ones who wear leather
And dance amidst the seas
When the sunflowers are no more


It had wings made for soaring
But a body blessed by dirt
Longing to fly
From the day it was born
There was more to this journey
Than riding on thermals


For struggle you see
Had not spared this
Little dream
Or kept it from the stories
Only told by life's scars


And only amidst a silence
Undisturbed by spring's breeze
Could I find the right eyes
To finally open up to this new dream


How did you become so beautiful, my dear? "By carrying stories and
sharing blessings
Always flying with my faith
For isn't that all
We were ever made to ​do?