Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly I used to love you,
But you took flight from me in the end;
And now I ponder what this makes me,
I wish I knew.

A seductive time mistress whispers softly,
Calling me upon the very edge of the earth,
I quiet moment of haunting longing kindly,
It might transport me to a narrowing dearth,
A spirit so lively.

Joys of the day spring to the sun of morning,
A lasting hope very tender, sweet and strong,
Talking on forever a knowing wisdom singing,
Of dreams, of heart not forgotten or undone,
These bonds so true.