In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust

In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust, The butterflies in my stomach have slept so long they seemed like stones, Or perhaps they died in a winter of forgetting and cold shadows, But now, suddenly, I feel them awaken as if they were memories, They begin to move slowly, unhurriedly, like children in the morning of life, Trying to remember how to live again under the sun of memories. Wait, I tell myself, they've forgotten they have wings, wings cannot walk on the ground, But when the thought of you floods my mind, everything becomes a sea of tranquility, And with a single thought carrying you to me, the butterflies take flight, Fluttering as if they had never left, as if they had been waiting, Waiting for your name to bring them back to life like petals unfolding, After the storm, after winter, in an endless spring of dreams that do not die. Thus, under the sky of my heart, the butterflies dance in a symphony of colors, In an eternity of the moment when everything is possible and nothing is lost, When a simple thought of you becomes the key that opens the gates of light.