In the Language of Butterflies and sun kisses

Sun shines on the
-Darkest-
of places.
licking away the touch
of moonlight and secrets,
That could condemn the soul
or caress the spirit.
And when the light,
kisses the scars
my soul is forced to bear,
I close my eyes,
feel the wind,
as it slides
across my skin,
rustling through my hair.
And for once,
My mask is gone,
A mask of strength
and secruity,
That the weakest
of hearts hide behind,
because I want to let you see,
an omission of love.
And I show you the truth,
:Written:
In a long forgotten language,
That life is like a butterfly,
But long before I could soar,
You ripped away my wings.
So now I'm carried,
::on a whisper::
A promise of sweeter
Things
To come.