as a butterfly flutters bye my blinking eyes
he leaves behind in his wake a blazing sunset, 
glory is spent with each teaming beat of his wings
but the effort he leaves behind is most rewarding,

the butterfly and i are done so he flutters on
to go and awaken his next sleeping destiny,
twilight fills my vision and i am completely bewitched,
maybe even a little bewildered, because the sky is in bloom,   

i can't take my eyes off the palette in the sky,
its like the sun took a deep breath in and exhaled out an orgy of color,
orange overlapping red falling into pink swirling about with blue
and the clouds giving them all a bed to lie in and roll around on,

it's a display at play to signal the end of the day,
the sky is undulating and rolling while fluctuating and flowing, i can't 
believe my eyes as i'm smiling big and wide; the sky is smiling back
i can see it and i can feel it, we are enjoying each others company

and for the moment we are alone, alone on a crowded street
in the middle of the city, in the middle of it all, 
locked into each other like nothing else exists,
just me, just the gloaming 

thank you mr. butterfly