Neath the shy January sun
she turns a butterfly
upon the marigold field

Flies now wildly far
amid the yellow and red flower
beyond the bounds of the catcher
in the madness of a child’s dream fulfilled
leaving wind scattered trails of her wings
over the marigold field!

I can't be the star that
your wishes ride on,
I'm trying to illuminate
enough light to keep myself
burning.

she dances tree shadows across the blinds
across the walls
and I sit out of sight knowing she loves me