The Butterfly

Butterfly

Whisper, like a butterfly, as its colored wings, so brilliantly they fly.

Landing, down upon a branch, resting from a flight perchance.

Flutter, like a lily’s pedal and dance upon the bud and settle.

With your wings of joy, with a span of song and land where only is the sand.

In a stormy desert or upon my hand.

Leave me with your kiss, your patterns and your flight to miss,

And gently sigh as u disregard the instinctive cries of your capricious hiss.

And cry for beauty as your grace to reprimand.

And we shall soar and glide with the winds of a moonlight tide, and here remain in distant lands.

Amongst the emerald trees, in the jungles of our own romance.