With a soul as bright as silver. With hair like a field of wheat. With eyes like the sea. His gentle touch excited my skin, and he was.
In every way there is Nothing Can Make A Better
Now he goes. Into the dark night.
Like a phantom.
But the dawn comes.
Like a butterfly, silent and graceful.
This one has flown away.
Cry that there is no one with me. Cry because I am alone.
The Neon Lights of Sin City. They glow with a firey blaze.
What have you done to me?
"No," he says.
He has returned.
Like a butterfly.