I was not just a springtime butterfly
upon wings of maybe's or maybe not;
I was but a butterfly dancing
to a breeze of a tenor solo...
jack rabbits and roadrunners
sitting upon my welcome mat.
The deer peeked in my window
with large gentle eyes...
than you came along
with a butterfly net,
and painted my wings
wishful shades of love.
I hoped to lift your spirits
and carry them afar;
upon brilliant wings
above mountainous waves
of reality...
above the pain of despair.
I hoped we could share
a slice of life together;
thawing frozen pastries
into sweet graham cracker crumbs.
Sometimes I wish
I could go back to that house
in the seclusion of the country;
upon wings of a dream...
touched by only a critter or two.
©SyberRose