"With words I fly a butterfly
Hover where the flowers lie
Interlink with them and think
And dip my pen in colored ink.
Their nectar fills my poets pen
To web the wings to frame and then
I wash the cling with hues of due
And fly into a sky of blue.
I fair above the world of wear
And dance upon the clouds in dare.
Build my castles niche by niche
Word by word, stitch by stitch"
As you can see, almost every line is my favourite.
Gawd, I love this...even before I read it, I knew it was a keeper!
"Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding
wound...or a smiling mouth"