Butterflies ...

I awoke to see Egypt in her eyes,
Australia on her heart,
and feel Spanish raindrops fall on Italian vistas and pulse through her veins.

She came to me in a dream I once dreamt I had
playing timpani to Miles' horn;
dancing samba to Cab's jive;
living dichotomy.

A world away she waits, ever patiently
to see what this man will become
on the day she has already lived.
A world away I wait
to watch over her tomorrow.