A butterfly sang
wingingly above
the lake of tonight
singing “so love the
firefly” and dipped
a tip of wing into
the heart of you
And the stadium of
ripples applause
all love and life
— too /the dark
stormy clouds of
all your thoughts\
You don’t love me
:plainly seen within
the space of your
eyes; unlike these
stars tonight
And if I can I should
forget you and still
love how the butterfly
sang: “You love me
my dear, so plain
and I keep a taste
of nectar just for
your heart my love”

:: 07-02-2015 ::