Elegy for an emerging butterfly
What a sight to behold
Is that of the emerging butterfly
Cocooned for a dark oblivious eternity
Just herself once again
Only this time
With a purpose
With a passion unbounded
And with her new beau by her side
For as long as time allows.
The shadowy streaks of winter
As she lies beside me
In my bed
Or is it hers?
The early morning darkness gives way
To early morning tenderness
And the shadowy streaks of winter
Touch her delicate skin
Does she feel it’s embrace?
She has me to do that
Every every morning until summer
And then on again until winter.