Papillon
Papillon is Francais for Butterfly
Papillon
© 2005 George Reed
Gossamer and golden colors change and gleam.
Gentle arms around you, smiling in a dream.
Seasons wan, be resting ‘til you come to be
Rising in the springtime. Flutter high and free.
Papillon…Papillon in your flame I see
Wonder of a freedom never meant for me.
Silver touch of moonlight tends the forest night.
Papillon is resting, rising at first light.
Come an end of slumber and the reason why
I will leave my tower, taken to the sky.
Papillon…Papillon in your flame I see
Wonder of a freedom never meant for me
Gentle words and whispers when the storm is nigh.
I comfort in your fire ‘til it passes by
Silence then ‘til morning, breaking fresh and new,
Sends a fragrant flower, opening to you.
Papillon…Papillon in your flame I see
Wonder of a freedom never meant for me
Cherishing a blessing–granted free of care–
Gossamer and golden, precious, kind and rare.
With the season ending, hues will fade and then
Taking winter slumber ‘til it starts again.
Papillon…Papillon in your flame I see
Wonder of a freedom never meant for me
Gossamer and golden, colors change and gleam.
Gentle arms enfold you, smiling in a dream.
Seasons wan and resting ‘til you come to be
Rising in the springtime. Flutter high and free.
Papillon…Papillon in your flame I see
Wonder of a freedom never meant for me
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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