Fleeting joy, so momentary

Forever and a Dream

To my Butterfly Princess

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The sheerest of dreams became so real, 

A shiver cold did strike my heart.

‘Knew life, God, love would see us part,

Adrift once more to merely dream –

  – what gossamer bliss might yet have been.

 

And as she readies to spread her wings,

As surely as sure as dust,

She must ..

All that now, I fear, remains;

 

To sway my mind

And only see,

This, here now,

and then set free,

 

Give thanks for these inspired moments,

this everlasting fleeting glimpse;

this most precious of joys

right here with me.

 

 

So clear and fresh and soul-transcending,

Yet clay-like too – so very real.

 

 

In a wink of an eye, dissolved for once;

My ancient deepest sorrow.

Yet in my truest heart I know

 

Your Cherubim smile,

Those seasonal whispers,

My splendid Princess Butterfly

   – could not contain nor rest to remain

 

And leaves me here, while boundless, free

So fearful we may not sustain

       Our tender bliss past this sweet morrow.

 

 

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