Butterfly Called Love
A butterfly called love
That lives inside the soul
Where her music of silence plays
Aching in mystical ways
Waking
In violet arrays
Of summers lost
Interred by frost.
Lonely in eternal slumber
As our past dreams will encumber
- Just one touch of her lips
Lost in total eclipse
- Of her sun.
A butterfly called love
That always refused to die
In a charcoal filled quiet sky
Singing
A rhapsody on the breeze
Winging
Free, with consummate ease
Toward our promised dawn
Where hope now lays forlorn.
Concerto in indigo blue
Awakes our world
Where sweet paradise grew.
To tremble and touch her again
In sharp exquisite pain
Then ascend so high above
Oh, that butterfly called love.
poem by Kevin East
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