I will build you a butterfly
she said
and cut a piece of paper into shreds
it is important to know that before she did that
she had read
what was written on it
and if you want it
I mean if you really want it I can tell you

It was his love letter
that he should have better
sent to her
years before
when she wasn't looking down on him
from a few inches above his head
soaring there
trying to play with the single strings of hair that were building ladders
to the sky
plugging wires
from his head that was earthbound
to somewhere where she might be
cloudshaped.

His hair strings building wires like
Like lightenings
those nanoseconds when the sky tries to give earth a long passionate
kiss but instead
their teeth get locked in each other
which causes the sound of roaring thunder
if you have
asked yourself
where that one comes from
because there is always a better explanation than the ones in your science books
exactly those yes ,  now on your desk spread infront of you
and you look at them with your human eyes that cannot comprehend what eyes that filter everything before they send it to their brain
try to tell them
they don't understand
the refrain
of how plants really grow
not in measurable speeds and with tiny graphics that will exactly cover their development
not in measurable speed
but in magic
do they grow
I know it may seem hard for you  , right now
to accept magic as
something to calculate with
something to pronounce
something to memorize
something to hide under your pillow so the morning bell won't wake it up

She built him a butterfly , then
as I already said
And the sky did its rest
and made the shreads
whirl all around her
by using wind as invisible ropes to pull them
like kites
yes, those paper shreads like kites
through the sky
with distorted sentences forming
making no sense anymore
when arranged

dearest
                                                            love
                     I
                                         rain
                                                                                alone
                 leave
                                                           sky
   

                             tomorrow
roads
forget
me

making no sense probably
when arranged in the original way either
because if you love someone
you do not stay
at your desk and bow
above a piece of paper
that might look like her skin
now winterpalingwhitebeautifulregardlessofal lthefashionadswithplastictannedgirlswhow illneverknow the magic of watching your skin colour change as directed
as arranged
by the seasons
each tiny pigment becoming living members of the orchestra called
her living breathing fighting dying born beautiful skin
but this is not where I wanted to arrive
if you love someone
(but she just won't know she just won't know and it is your best kept secret)
then do not bow
over this piece of paper
and be surprised at so many words falling out of your mouth and becoming words and  eventualy be proud of your eloquency
I tell you it is merely gravity , son
Lying to you
Gravity
who
helps to keep you stuck on earth's surface
when you could
remove your feet
just some inches above the ground
in short intervals
and run to her
your feet would be like high speed fastly excited blinking eyes
and they would fly to her
they would
and each one of those step would be a love letter no longer trapped in envelopes that the post office has created so that everyone has the same boat to travel on
verbally
but you don't need that
you don't need that anymore once you have understood what the ocean is
and what to swim to your love is
what dried out lips because of the seasalt that you have swallowed on the way is
and what
touching her lips
that will bring some water back to yours again
means
do you understand
the importance
to no longer wait
but live
live live
live, son
live
and tie kites to your feet
to reach her in time.