Softly the touch from delicate wings,
like brush to air with flutter from eyes.
A magical wisp, darting hither to fro,
colored with hues from rainbow's rise.

Faint kisses' breath upon the cheek,
a brush of silk in swoop gone by.
With silent dip, and quickened flit,
the fleeting sight is a lone butterfly.

Heeding the call of enticement's gist,
astride a drift -- dainty frill follows.
Sailing course, steered by a breeze,
an endless search for flowering hollows.

Continuing on rifts of a ferry gale --
leads passage into a bluebell's hold.
Wafting fragrance assures -- nectar is sweet,
each sip savored from every petal's fold.

Alight in the midst of blossomed dell,
awaiting swish-- like quieted whispers say.
In the gusts they come, one after one--
skies begin to fill with butterflies today.

© C.E.Vance

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I watched your butterfly progress across these pages! What a captivating poem! The way you wrote, and the style in which you used..It's so beautiful. Well done! ^_^

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

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Thank you very much for

Thank you very much for taking the time to read one of my works, and for the pleasant comments.