You're right. With one ethereal outline, I am so sweet. All my velvet with its living blinking Is just two wings. Don't ask: where did I come from? Where am I rushing? Here, on a flower, I lightly alighted, And now—I breathe. For how long, without purpose, without effort, Do I want to breathe? Right now, with a flash, I will spread my wings And fly away. Look for me in the blooming fields, I speak to you in the summer whenever you want, Don't think about me without cause, for those conversations don't go far... Dream of purpose, see the dew in me, and remember every tear I shed for you... Dream, my friend, dream, and wait for me to fly.
