Painted Lady Poem by Dion Skinner

Broken wings notice you fluttering by
In my world you landed, beautiful kind
For our bound, I will fill any size lie
Elevate my spirit, pure my mind

Painted lady has more eyes off her face
Saved you from the earth, sweet nectar like pie
No shoes on her feet, but still face, great taste
Memory's of us, dream thoughts keep me high

Elegant theme, I've slept with a butterfly
See happiness in each verse, and rhyme
Now I ask why, tears of past make me cry
Wish to reverse time, sadness in each lime

True crime, or maybe just an act of fate
Only time can heal these wounds I create.