Wings of silk.

How do the butterflies comfort thou, when wings like silk there fly

I watched our love there carrying much peace as it went by

And may return to settled ground, where flowers love to bathe

Beside the pond and evergreen, before the living meet the grave

And to my just, as knowing, those wings of silk may form

And land one safely carried, where hearts take rest due warm

Then so it may as any form, bring loveded wings to stance

When captive love it finds itself, in freedoms loving dance.