Butterfly Song

With a soul as bright as silver. With hair like a feild of wheat. With eyes like the sea. His gentle touch excited my skin, and he was.

Perfect.

In every way there is. Nothing. Can. Make. A Better.

Moment.

Now he goes. Into the dark night.

Vanishes.

Like a phantom.

But the dawn comes.

Like a butterfly, silent and graceful.

Yet.

This one has flown away.

I cry.

Cry that there is no one with me. Cry because I am alone.

The Neon Lights of Sin City. They glow with a firey blaze.

What have you done to me?

"No" He says.

He has returned.

Like a butterfly.