The Butterfly and Me

 

Her fluttering heart descended

from a warm September sky,

dancing upon innocence,

that graceful butterfly.

 

She stills upon the window clear,

a goddess' gentle breath;

creations voice personified,

silent wings outstretched.

 

Deep purple peacocked eyes

upon a regal red,

delicate divine beauty,

born of silken thread.

 

To cherish a moment shared,

the butterfly and me...

I open wide the window,

that she may fly now, free.