My foot prints leave my name
in the dust of insomnia
formed by sleepless souls counting
butterflies in the lamb’s cave of the moon.
A monarch astronaut tethered
to earth that abandoned me
I search for solace from winged gods
who speak the language of eternal flight.
In this land where wishes glitter stones
I suffer no crosses to bear or sins to forgive.
Alone with my own echo I’ve learned
to speak only what I wish
to hear on the journey back to me.