Orange Butterflies

Butterflies of black wings dipped orange in flight
Flutter high on breeze push pillows white
A half open window blows curtains blue
Harmonica’s lament leak tears in tune

Lover’s lies of wrongs sing loud goodbyes
Mother sighs at songs sung soft and cries
A half open window blows curtains blue
Iridescent events hearts beg aren’t true

But prayerful wings
Fond of orange butterflies
Cured blindness with love
From a new Father’s eye
And mothers don’t cry

Blue curtains stay dry
Because of prayerful wings
Fond of orange butterflies

Basketballs of young dreams deflate at night
Left alone in blindness no father’s sight
A half open window blows curtains blue
Ephemeral moments short lived like dew

Windows stay shut at our old home these days

Blue curtains catch dust grow mildew and fade

It’s quiet outside where a lad once wept

Listening to lyrics with sad intent

But prayerful wings

Fond of orange butterflies

Cured blindness with love

From a new Father’s eye

And basketballs bounce high

Blue curtains stay dry

Because of prayerful wings

Fond of orange butterflies