Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Butterfly silhouette

Butterfly Wings

The dream of all dreams
one day
came into being.

Fluttering to land
with the gentle brush
of a hand.

It came to be more
through words
read until worn.

Love unfurled
breathing at one
with you.

Released from dust
like a phoenix
your soul gave its trust.

Sensing its song
finally free
confined for so long.

To this day
its gentle feeling

It clings,
so softly,
like butterfly wings.