1.The Joy:
A breeze caresses the field,
The tall grass,
Looks like waves,
Rolling over on the ocean.
The flowers,
With yellow,
Blue and purple heads,
Sway,
Back and forth,
To the tune of the wind.
In the mist of all this,
Float,
Two graceful Butterflies.
Their wings as blue as the flower's,
That draw them near.
Flitting and fluttering,
Spinning and turning,
Floating on air,
As they do what lovers do,
They do the dance of love!
J.G.
7/8/2000
2.The Sorrow:
Watch them do their dance,
Flying low,
Flying high,
Flying round and round,
Touching wings........
Softly,
Gently,
As not to hurt the other,
Flutter by butterfly,
Flutter high,
It won't last,
Fly while you can,
Soon you will be,
In another land,
Pain,
Dark,
Someone crushed,
Your wings.
No more flying high?
No more touching the sky?
No,
No more fluttering?
No more dancing in the sky?
No more my sweet butterfly.
J.G.
8/17/2000
