Butterflies and Bouquets

BUTTERFLIES AND BOUQUETS


Eyes on the boy in the meadow
lovingly traces his shadow
through the lamplight of her soul
Chasing butterflies
and bouquets of love

She believed in ways of morning
whispering verses of some rhyme
Todays are her tomorrows
Raising violets
and gardens of hope

He jumps across the marigolds
conniving laughter from their gold
The breeze joins the enchantment
waving sweet vapors
and kisses of joy

Eyes on the love on the heather
Its bouquets fill the horizon
Floating like great soap bubbles
aching to release
their butterflies

She ponders the rays of sunshine
that decorate her eyes with him
A path through her morning glories
hidden by the glow
opens up in vain

He dances around a beehive
tasting its honey dipped in wax
Then splashes through the cattails
where pillow fight seeds
spray to his delight 

Perhaps today he will notice
wandering wishes that she sent
Junipers would bow their heads
unto daffodils
and all of their friends

He runs into the lavender
completing tumbles in the warmth
Surveying where they came from
he finds her wishes
and gardens of hope

Eyes on the girl of the forest
silently reflect their treasure
Now, he is her tomorrows
Chasing butterflies
and bouquets of love
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