In the book of dreams
is a page where only you
and the Goddess come together
in an explosion of truth

like hostage sand from glass
iron ore from rust
you will see past
all that you distrust
Sowelu

eyes like India ink
when your words can do no good
when your lover isn’t loving
the way you wish they would
the way you know they could

you’re a monarch in the milkweed
or just a caterpillar in a jar
what you journey to become
is really not that far

fly, butterfly
into the sun
fly, butterfly
your work is done
Sowelu

you’re a monarch in the milkweed
or just a caterpillar in a jar
what you journey to become
you already are