If I can say a word
or two to you under the sun
wait, o gorgeous butterfly.

Up in the high is blue sky
allis clear on your way
but one has lost the eye.

It happened last night
not in the dark
but down the full Moon
above a glowing firefly.

Every star was eying down
there was light on the ground.
So charming was the hairy dark
wrapped around a flame of light
burning, waving, raising high    
a pair of silent closed lips
that besides the passionate sky
had the earth too hooked by.

Up and down was enticed
musing on the magic
what did it swallow down!
Will you blame me then
if at the first sight
of it lose my eye?