A Flutterby Soul

A butterfly idea that floats on a whim, And feeds on a carnal desire. It feeds and it grows, devouring every thought, Every thought in a quaint little fire. These ideas crack and they sparkle, floating around, Igniting seeds for a crop in the air. They grow to fields of beautiful butterflies, Laying all of my soul out to bare. These fluttering souls from the seeds of my love, Make me the man that I want to see. A soul that knows where I stand, how I feel, A soul that knows I am me.