Blue Butterflies

Pretty flowers in her hair....... 
Blue butterflies.......... 
You are there 
 
Blue butterflies.......... 
Follow you......... 
They love you too 
The field..... 
Golden through 
 
For amongst the pain......... 
Such beauty 
Cannot stain 
Blue butterflies.............. 
Pretty flowers in her hair 
No one knows you are there 
 
The golden field 
Where I saw you first 
Pretty flowers in your hair......... 
Slaked my thirst 
I want to yield 
I want you there 
 
Blue butterflies encircle you, 
In the golden field 
Pretty flowers in your hair 
I know you are there 
For, love is true 
For beauty comes to those, 
Who seek and want it too 
  
Dancing in the golden field......... 
These blue butterflies.......... 
Follow you, 
Beneath blue skies 
The love you weald......... 
The love so true 
 
Pretty flowers in your hair........... 
Blue butterflies dancing round........... 
No one knows you are there......... 
It is you I found 
 
Pretty flowers in your hair 
The things you can find, 
Amongst the pain you feel in your mind........... 
I am already there 
 
Blue butterflies surround me.............. 
Golden fields as far as the eye can see 
The pretty flowers in your hair............. 
I am there 
 
Love and gentleness to find........... 
Blue butterflies around................. 
A girl... 
With flowers in her hair................. 
Coming from the depths of my mind 
I am already there 
What I already found 
 
Love comes to all.............. 
Who seek a blue butterfly.......... 
A girl with flowers in her hair............ 
A golden field............. 
Beneath a blue sky........... 
Where you can be there 
Standing tall
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Orozco Avatar
May 24, 2009 at 4:06 PM
Beautiful poem! Great use of imagery!
Shango Avatar
May 21, 2009 at 6:28 AM
Man, you got to be the best gardener in the world, flowers bloom when you write ... and butterflies dance upon the sight ... imageries so sweet, delicate, and bright ... I salute your talent.
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