"Gentle Butterfly" something i’ve never missed beyond any great measure, a void whose existence was yet unknown in your beautiful gentle eyes are the things which capture me, those i cannot see because they are too clear your slightest glimpse is what captures me, like a caterpillar encapsulated in its silk cocoon, i also close the doors of a heart unforgiving yet with imagination you metamorphose me in time, slowly, gently, tenderly painting your vivid creativity on dull canvas thus forever changing chemical properties of languidness into vitality or if you wish to incarcerate me, the colorful delicate scales of this fragile flutter will fade suddenly, facile, quickly as when the heart of this butterfly imagines that the sun can rise no longer, vegetation everywhere slowly decaying, wilting, rotting no present conception can mirror the depth of your intense sparkling eyes and the rich colours of your unending reserve of imagination a void never perceived as such filled by the mere glimpse of your gentle eyes and as easily emptied again by the same i do not know what it is about you that caused the point of transition, lifting spirits into flight upon your frail wings, but i do understand that your gentlest gesture is more powerful than the strength of a thousand armies **************************** Thanks for reading! :) Much love, lisa _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com