yellow butterfly.

the butterfly yellow, over the waking waters shimmer,
sunlight's the beams over the waters wake as it glimmers and rides.
shimmy shakes and glides,
the white lights, and soft sights all painting pictures for my eyes.
the butterfly water shines like yellow.
sitting near silver shiver shores on sunday i sat mellow.
soft citrus tastes and some soggy sand to bellow.

the aforementioned affirmation of the formed and reformed.

two yellow butterflies,
splitting up, to roam cold hills.
two wings are one,
sitting close,
with wet window sills,
and home so soon ...
so south on wind it flies,
you're changing blocks,
beneath the pale blue skies .