Companion of old, first bearer of lust
Show the world transforming beauty and bring
Me out of dusk.
The same way that butterflies seek the spring
Mirage, to perpetuate their lives’ string,

To crystalize the colours of their king.
Happiness is my main dream. Late at night
And by your wing
True ecstasy hides under your soul’s light.
Love has been salvation giving me sight,

Even my strength, under a moon so bright.
Amidst so much glare, deep clawed by a hawk,
Pain is my fight,
And I shall follow my journey to block
Despair. You are my transcendental Rock.

Tulips in spring