Butterflies
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Author: Al Stravinsky
Verse 1
From lighthouse, hovering birds and August sun
Hang the spokes of memory's web, unspun.
Gathering up the ghostly yarns,
I catch butterflies from another time.

Verse 2
She takes me dancing through the foam,
Past fishermen mending nets of their own.
Fleeting, keeping one step ahead
As 'round and 'round the ragged rocks I'm led.

Middle8
A flashing eye and then sunrise,
On that stony bay;
Sandy hair and salty kiss,
And a love that somehow slipped away.

Verse 3
The squeeze of her hand tears me away
To a new love on an August day;
But the boy left for dead in that ancient place
Now pins me down and slaps my face.