In the book of dreams   is a page where only you   and the Goddess come together   in an explosion of truth      like hostage sand from glass   iron ore from rust   you will see past   all that you distrust   Sowelu      eyes like India ink   when your words can do no good   when your lover isn’t loving   the way you wish they would   the way you know they could      you’re a monarch in the milkweed   or just a caterpillar in a jar   what you journey to become   is really not that far      fly, butterfly   into the sun   fly, butterfly   your work is done   Sowelu      you’re a monarch in the milkweed   or just a caterpillar in a jar   what you journey to become   you already are