She,

wonderful creature,

woven with colors

soft, volatile

and so clear,

like nothing else,

was nowhere to be found.

And when I close my eyelids,

the rustle of a butterfly's wings,

caresses under them

and I can feel her,

and I know, it's her.

She was always in my dreams,

and even, when was lost

it flapped in the wind,

she was there with me,

under the eyelids

and just waited

patiently,

when I open them

and I will understand,

that I am ready,

to capture her color

and keep it

with me.