Butterfly / Monarch-in-waiting
Curving colours soon proclaim
Your coming, which I now await
Visions clear without disdain
And dreams that surely will abate.
What tangled course brought you today
Once more to pass my windowsill
How many others on the way
Have added to your tale until
This promise of a fresh idea
In spite of times past, will ignite
An image in my mind, I fear
That somehow cannot be made right.
The almost-pregnant flush of joy
That hides behind your shining eye
Seduces me like some new toy
Soon broken by your light goodbye.
Monarch-in-waiting.
Curving colours will announce
Your coming, for which I now wait
I have listened more than once
To dreams that surely will abate.
The promise of a fresh idea
In spite of history, will ignite
A vision in my mind, I fear
That cannot in the end come right.
The almost-pregnant flush of joy
That hides behind your shining eye
Seduces me like some new toy
Soon broken by your prompt goodbye.
What labyrinthine course brought you
Once more to pass by fleeting
What dreams and schemes that will not do
Will briefly shade our meeting.
