Lonely Butterfly
Listen
do you hear it
the sound of wind rushing in
winter is on its way
with the clouds of Gray
the buttress colors of summer fads
I hide my heart in rain showers
the Flowers in my garden are faded
they look almost as lonely as I
the beauty of true clarity has succeeded
the veils of one’s true colors wove the sea
frost bitten blossoms in an envious eye
lost puzzled and all alone
Cold as stone in my home
I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high
I fly around in the dark world I live
to find my shining spot of true Love to Live.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
Lonely Butterfly
Listen
do you hear it
the sound of wind rushing in
winter is on its way
with the clouds of Gray
the buttress colors of summer fads
I hide my heart in rain showers
the Flowers in my garden are faded
they look almost as lonely as I
the beauty of true clarity has succeeded
the veils of one’s true colors wove the sea
frost bitten blossoms in an envious eye
lost puzzled and all alone
Cold as stone in my home
I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high
I fly around in the dark world I live
to find my shining spot of true Love to Live.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
