Blue Butterfly
Blue Butterfly
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter...cold...
Unending, friend.
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again...
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.
Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste sweet necter on stamen tips
Kissing gently their blooming lips
Quench our thirsts by the singing brook
And greet the sun with each new look!
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
How can I know
You will not leave?
Dare I trust so?
O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Wind...hear it blow?
And on that breeze
You up and go.
~by Deborah Burch©
4/01/2011
Form: verse
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