Across sun-drenched cobblestones,

Butterfly's shadow;

High above my head

Flutter its orange wings.

Butterfly and I

In narrow alley

Of ancient City.

Carry me on your wings,
O orange butterfly.

Carry me to the time

Where peace prevails,

Where our days are renewed

As of Old,

Carry me to the place

Where lion and lamb leap together

In play, and picnic on straw,

Where snake romps

With nursing child

And on a bicycle

Rides an angel.

Ruth Fogelman 2002