Blue Butterfly

Blue Butterfly O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly! Where have you been Night's bitter...cold... Unending, friend. O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly! Bring love again... Stay 'till I'm old And to death's end. Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I! Let's fly through the poppies and lie In the fields of forget-me-nots Play on the fruit up in tree tops Taste sweet necter on stamen tips Kissing gently their blooming lips Quench our thirsts by the singing brook And greet the sun with each new look! O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly! How can I know You will not leave? Dare I trust so? O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly! Wind...hear it blow? And on that breeze You up and go. ~by Deborah Burch© 4/01/2011 Form: verse