The trapped soul
And when the air was quiet and pristine,
The sun called her name
The moon kissed her scars,
She adorned her tiara
Shimmering playfully like stars
She spun her wings
With glistening thread of dreams
Her world was golden
The sky nude and serene.
She fluttered with joy
Not knowing what lay beyond
The vision got clearer
Heart open and strong.
She basked over the panorama
The sky was still far above
Her confined soul was liberated
As the little butterfly rode waves of love.