My Golden Butterfly

It is not perfect,
Nor does it fly,
But it does glitter,
And it does shine,
In the shimmering daylight sky.

It is as rough as the ocean,
As light as a feather,
It is like my very own bright starry night,
The golden surface reflects on me,
Reminding me of all the memories that I once shared.

It dances across the room,
Gliding from one side to the other,
As it holds memories and spirits,
Of who I will forever love,
And who will always stand beside me.