The Dance of the Butterflies: My Butterfly

My butterfly,

You bid me come

And dance with thee; 

Not here to lie

In reverie.

Perhaps

Somewhere,

With thee to fly.

Maybe it is,

I too must die.

My butterfly,

You bid me come

And dance with thee.

My butterfly,

An image clear;

A fret, a frown,

A world that's turning

Upside down.

My butterfly,

You silly clown.

Sink deeper

In thy reverie

And in its depths,

From pain,

Fly free.

Contempt,

There is no room for thee.

My butterfly flies free.

My butterfly,

You bid me come

And dance with thee,

On wings of light.

From agony,

Let there be flight.

Oh, higher soar,

Up to the height.

My butterfly,

You bid me come

And dance with thee. 

Moving on as enticed by the butterfly.