they say everyone <br />has a gaurdian <br />angel <br />and I think that I may <br />have caught a glimpse <br />of mine today <br />as the sun was drying <br />flowers from the down pour <br />a purple butterfly <br />helped kiss away the rain drops <br />and the light <br />twinkling <br />on it's flapping wings <br />resembled a distant star <br />beautiful and impractical <br />unattainable in the morning sky <br />and this to me <br />was all <br />that I could hope to <br />ever understand <br />for what is dew <br />without rose petals to lay upon?<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trinket-heart/
