Butterfly Poem by Edward W. Cousins

Butterfly



Summer bloomed a lovely june...

Beneath the sky i sang so blue.
I sat against the old oak tree.
Just me there gazing at the stars.
My eyes they dream of you.

Before this crescent there so high.
One will find it a gibbous moon.
And the classical dance of spinning stars.
Or clouds aloof in the corridor of sky.

The trees danced in the wind.
The wind danced through the trees.
We stood in the shadows alone.
Your face glowed a lovely tune.

When the sun it come to rise.
I seen that a butterfly flew by.
I named her Beautiful like you.
She flew till i couldnt see her no more.

I walked a lonely road home.
When theres a shadow that i come to stand.
I think of her.
And know my butterfly dances
in the early morn once again...

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