if life were a butterfly; the wind, the world

i would be a black speckle on its wings.
the world would whirl about
caressing my face with its tender breeze
and wash me away in its floating rain
i would bend with the wings of life
as it takes me up and down
from current to current, through wind and rain,
and folds me away
as it sleeps into the whispering night.

if only life offered such simplicity...