butterfly's are souls flying through heavenly earth

Butter flys are souls , flying through heavenly earth - e.webb

Butter-flys, spread on life make it taste better
Each of this poems buttery letters are covered by its enhancement

The rainbow is the pallet of our seeing life
The gift of life wrapped in a bow 
individuality puts the paint on the canvas , 
what colour is picked is what makes the show 

Life now has its wings to fly 
Coloured to make this visible to the eye
when man gained ableness to self awares 
choice of living then became theirs 
The body that connects both wings together
Embodies the wings with a reason to fly

The body needs norishment to fed its sustain, filling our hunger thats insane
Bread made from mother earths seed
Tastes better when spread over its top Is butter 
Butter that has wings that flutter
Butter flys filling the 'in'
Full up ;  hungrily, in-sane stomachs, 
become soulfully  sane

If you believe that to need proof of this page
Then thus page is part of your chapter of age
The proof is out there in the sky 
your living cant deny its breath 
Living being the air thats in the lungs of death

That winged beauty in essences, soulful might
Is the facts that science is mis guided in its  understanding light

Enlightenment is the inward look into the dark of your unknown self 
The unknown is also the light to understand 
and darkness is denial 
that nights sky dark still shines with stars in style

The brush that paints lifes picture
Needs a hand to make this marriage

Thats the ring on livings finger
Gifts of loves unbroken golden line
time be its wedding carriage

Thats why marriage is churchly based and will always be divine
Gods eye to whom you speak 
is in front,  not above 
for you lovers eyes are a butter fly 
now for them you see them in love

only together do two butter flys chase 
whose beauty is matched to its own embrace

yet they dont love them selfs in that way
for love is the game only two can play
there beauty so high yet they freely fly
no vanity can exist in a mirror less sky

you cant chase your self no mater how hard you try 
eternally is this fact of love
so when you love you heavenly die
the difference being you don't care 
for life with no chase isn't really there

hell be the living that comes from the void, 
loveless life, is the suns glare and fire , turning from god
 to the devils fire 
your body though there, has no beautiful wings 

yet flying above in the chase
you flutter your beautiful wings of love
heaven is living , life filled with love

you fly now with god life now tastes better
heavenly spread with the souls butter