Dining Room Dance
Waltz Butter
As she looked at the art filled walls
Her eyes dance as if at a lovely ball
Butterflies fly open winged in melody
Her partners in flowery loving harmony
the room became a field with daisies and tulips
Feathered with songs of fluttering bloom
So many kinds with wings sharp and smooth
Lacey silken colors dispersed any gloom
Such instruments they seemed to play
A visual rhythmic orchestral holiday
Those winged insects brought romance
Partner music for a soulful dance
The waltz seems like the historic steps
To grace the beauty, a party prance
Indeed they filled the soul with pep
Through eyes that whorled in a dance
Maybe blossom flies should be their title
That motion to announce each fluttering wing
Is not like butter lovely as it may taste
For we swallow them with eyes as if they sing
Butterflies celebrate our fragile lives
Often lost in an activity more like a beehive
they do not make honey as wondrous bees
both fly about on flowers and blooming trees
Their flight is fill with such a graceful passion
as if a gift to us always a blossom flying fashion
As her eyes so do we join as partners
in the holy rite of delicate, precious holy life
always on the breeze we too do gladly fly
as our souls sail to heaven when we too die
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©James M. Frase-White 30 March 2025
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