Butterfly

I watch her through the glass doors
Her light brown hair waving in the wind
A lit cigarette nestles between her delicate fingers
As she exhales away her heart's burdens

I bow my head as her courage overcomes me
It blankets my very core
Through the glass and through her eyes
Does beauty reveal itself ever more

She looks out at the Caribbean Sea
As her sweet soul whispers comfort in her ear
She squints from the glare of the morning sun
Her strength prevailing even in fear

Oh how we wait for the sun to rise
When the night submits us to tears
Like life of the caterpillar coming true
Gone will be the butterfly's fears