By: Amoureax Amant
When butterfly fluttered her wings of love,
there would be rainfall moistened maple grove,
perhaps her wings gathered clouds overhead,
so clouds sprinkled crisp rain on mountain head.
When comet slipped through starry sea above,
there would be bonfire warmed like winter's glove,
perhaps comet woke up someone in bed,
so she lit bonfire shone through lake forehead.
When she walked through darkness toward her home,
there would be another her watched the dome,
perhaps she didn't walk out her own house,
but bonfire she lit, shone there like lighthouse.
Perhaps she was dreaming in her nightmare,
but she turned around, found bonfire was there.