Lorna

Butterfly Mornings

As I walked in deep woods

Off a field

At John Brown\'s farm

When the days were warm

Feeling very lonely

A butterfly with yellow wings

Adopted me

And crossed my path

To and fro

His flirts and dances

Leading me

Farther into the trees

He stayed as I explored

And found that beauty

That makes us so forlorn

To see alone

He stayed and led the way

As I turned to leave

Weaving his waltz

Until the pine path disappeared

As a goodbye

He sprinkled me

With powder from his wings

That glistened

As it formed a ring 

Around my heart

Now he shows himself in dreams

When I\'m lonely

So sad the past, it passes

So sweet the butterfly dreams

That dance over our losses