She is a bright & mauve butterfly
Singing to the moon for her supper
Wishing against silence for support
Sweet in words that are caught
Against the silver spiders web
No return address
No childhood photograph
Or mother’s arm
I gave her mine, inside my mind
Sending prayer by wing
Every star to protect her
Every light shine
Salve for years of pain
Medicine for the soul
Hope in truthful clasp
Love for her aching heart
I would give this and more
Just to save her from you
Legacy of blue