Butterflies, oh sweet little butterflies, <br />Soft is you freedom - like the velvet clouds; <br />Drifting through the air right before my eyes, <br />And then hiding, where the horizon enshrouds. <br />Your dusky wings like love into the night, <br />With the moon reflective - like bluish gold; <br />I sighted, in the last of summer flight, <br />Though none your blooming dreams I could behold. <br />Each soft flight, is like a love song - tenderly, <br />When swiftly through the flower buds you go; <br />Like in every fairy tale you fly free, <br />Away spreading wings into sunshine glow. <br />I'll wait for next year to have dreams with you, <br />Till then, my love songs flit into the blue.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-butterflies-a-love-song-from-my-poetry-site-at-the-starlite-cafe/
