as the butterflies

butterflies turn
into sunshine and breeze, in the delicate
dust that they crumble into. No chrysalis,

this: but a ceremony. You can graduate,
now,
you are finally free. You have fluttered yourself
on your final journey, you have drunk
sufficient of nectar, you have made
as many little caterpillar
babies,

as you could
of your time.

You will pass your life on
to more life,

and mine. When I saw you

that day - your beauty remains in my mind,
and will always.

Always,
for always. Forever,

And never to pass

away