Blindfolded Butterfly

There she was , blindfolded by butterfly wings , Collecting shells lost in a forgotten coral reef , Listening to the rhythm of her breathless sighs , A self confessed queen , handcuffed by pearls and lace , While ocean of emotions gathered her strength , Standing in the disturbing edges of history , she finally found her piece of peace, Where the paths have no name within a lion heart , As return of the butterflies were lilacs in barren meadows, She whispered “lead me to the stars where virtual hypocrisy was a home for volcanic minds and harmonious hearts my dahlin’ “…