Show us your wings,
beautiful and crystalline…
and let us be your Tinkerbells…
where to support you, where to shelter you…

Let us be your lullaby,
your runway,
your landing path,
your shield, your pride…

Show us your guts,
your courage, your bravery,
that spirit with which you were born,
for this world of whim…

Reveal those deaf ears,
your poems without noise,
your beautiful sounds,
until they lose the sense…

Beautiful butterfly,
fly and sleep,
and give us nest,
to these humans
that we are still asleep…