The silent flight of the butterfly

I open my arms, I fall into the void like a hang glider. I perch on your hair, I feel the gentle breeze, I take flight again. Wait for me every day at sunrise, I will be one of its rays. Eyes meet, time stops, everything exists, nothing is. everything happens. It was a dream? Bad memories fade. I only see light, there is only magic on the other side of the rainbow where the butterfly perches.