Butterfly Bones Are Lighter, They Say...

Flow with me gently or flutter on by Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes In rivers and inlets or far away streams your tears follow currents in search of your dreams The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold than you are in flight dipping through night an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue to all that you love, and all who love you...