butterfly; LIT VAGUELY BY THE SUMMER MOON, SAW I, A BUTTERFLY DOWN BY THE SEA; CRUSHED, WERE HER WINGS; CRUSHED, WERE HER DREAMS; CRUSHED, WERE HER HOPES; CRUSHED JUST LIKE ME! BY THE VALE OF A SHADOWY GLADE, CAME SHE UPON I; WITH EVERYTHING BROKEN, HER FUTURE, HER LIFE; THERE, LYING IN SILENCE, I REACHED DOWN TO TOUCH HER, IF ONLY TO CRADLE SOMETHING CRUELLY FORSAKEN; A BUTTERFLY CRUSHED BY THE REACHES OF NIGHT, A LIBERTY EVIL HAD TAKEN; YET, NOT LONG AGO-THIS PAST SPRING, DID SHE COME; ASCENDING TO RIDE ON A SOFT WIND OF LOVE; PROMISED A LIFE; PROMISED SWEET HAVENS; PROMISED HER PLACE BY DEVOUT ORDER OF NATURE; YET, HERE WAS SHE; YET, HERE WAS I; FAR AWAY REMOVED FROM THE WINDS AND HEAVENLY SKY; STILL EARTHBOUND ARE GHOSTS OF THE BEAUTY THAT'S CRUSHED; ONWARD, THEY FLY; ONWARD, THEY MUST! THEN, HEAVED BY OUR SOULS, ARE THOSE WORDS BARELY SPOKEN; OF RINGS AND OF THINGS AND OF BUTTERFLY WINGS BROKEN; SO, WHILE THE SPRING OF LOST YOUTH SOBS DEEP IN THE NIGHT; I CELEBRATE THE LIFE OF THIS POOR BUTTERFLIES FLIGHT; AND REMEMBER HER WINGS THAT SHONE FROM THE LIGHT; AND THE SOFT WIND OF LOVE, THAT SHE RODE FROM THIS LIFE.....