Solstice Night

I could have been, I might have been a butterfly
some other time before this
two weeks to live
never stopping to feel solemn
no shadows weighing me down
never contemplating love
as if it wasn’t the same as breath
in each moment, none to spare
And maybe I was and maybe I am
still the same creature
young and old, silly and wise
on the longest night of the year
with only moments to go
on this flight
should I be
wasting blinks
wondering
if your love is real
as if any thing ever is
or any thing ever was
so if I fly ahead, let me
If I leave, let go
let me wonder no more
of the validity
in the frivolities
let me breathe free
Do, if you love me
Because if I am possible
Any thing is….