Butterfly Effect

Every morning when I wake, I cannot wait to see it rise, Just to catch a glimpse of what's reflected, From within your eyes ... As I stand to feel the warmth, I somehow hear you in a breeze, Talking to me through the flowers that are towered by the trees... So I take the deepest breath and try, To hold you deep within, While I pray to keep the best inside, But worse back to the wind... It's your pulse I feel so turbulent, And your tears within the rain, That preceed a storm the world is meant, Not to answer or explain... Even half a world away, Our souls conspire to connect, As we glide upon the wings, Within the butterfly effect...