Losing immortality

the birth of the butterflies is no everyday wonder
as the crane voices is the wonder of each summer
in the beginning instead of creating words
tearing the blue
then silence merging the clouds in a magical scarf
just rest your thoughts here
on the buds of light
and look at the flying chandeliers
you'll see the colors of the wind
painted on your wings
carving the air

just be careful not to let the infinite escape
through your fingers
then all the flights would be
as simple as a crown of thorns
losing immortality