Poem 3:

Aqua Aura

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings.

Newly transformed they flutter in fear.

In faith, a new faith in things once unknown,

Now known only enough to be considered unknown.

Like the surfer in the swell who stares in wonder

As the biggest wave he has ever seen greets him,

Crashes and shatters figments of his reality

Lifting him to new heights, dropping him to new lows.

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings

As they quiver in awe of their majestic surroundings.

Ocean sprays invigorate them from beneath;

Sunrays highlight their beauty with devotion.

Wind moves them with the ambition to fan the whole world;

Waves dance with the wind’s gentle guide to the sun’s beats.

And the butterfly gets caught up in this hypnotizing orchestra

Doing its own dance in contrast with the greater movements.

The ocean sings to her butterfly’s wings,

“Aqua ocean, aqua sky, aqua butterfly”.

She speaks of how they are all of the same color

For each emanates from the same divine source.

And within the space each sees itself to habit,

Each is just as mighty a force as the other.

The butterfly flies through the sky over ocean

Until she falls tired, then the ocean waves carry her.