The Field of Butterflies

Shall I for once write words kissed by the sun,
the moonlight touching bits devoid of life,
Dancing with the dead warmth of a loved one,
Inundated by the knell of a knife

Traces of what I knew to be my home,
Miles apart, our love but a dying gleam,
every night in the memories i roam,
Bodies of water, bodies in between

Butterflies dance in each others embrace
The winds‘ delicate hands our only tie
Once my home now but a mere silent space
A field of black butterflies bid goodbye

I’ll forever be close; close like a star
I’ll always be here, this time from afar