Madam Butterfly is free
to fly and see all there is to see
while thee well, velvet one
turn thy face to the sun
to feel the soft of moonlight's grace
remembering those who walk in place
someday will have their wings to fly
with many songs to sing and rhyme.
These are the days of counting down
a life well spent... while earth bound
whose soul doth sing a lovely sound
sparkling starlight all around
fare thee well, flight is straight
right up to heaven's golden gate.
bentfeather
Feb. 4, 2005
