A Butterfly

A butterfly lit upon me and whispered in my ear . . .  
He sang of times and memories and things I needed to hear . . .  
 
He spoke of love and romance from my not too distant past ....  
And the hope of flame rekindled in a dream that was my last .....  
 
He fluttered all around me in a dance that was sublime .....  
Then dipped and darted upward and vanished for a time.....  
 
My heart was thrilled to see him and to speak with him in grace
For I am growing rather weary in this strange and different place
 
The memories I have of him sustain me one by one ....  
And So let ... it ... be written....
And so, let ... it ... be done.