Butterflies in my mind

Well, let's get started. 

I don't know if anyone can look upon beauty, and not feel stirred.

I'm notoriously easy to stir.  When I saw this picture, I knew I had go have it, had to write a poem about it.

Looking at it, I have no story in mind.

I want to sit, and let those butterflies slowly flutter around in my mind.
I want to feel their gentle tap on some spot inside.
Maybe they will rest there gently,
Their weight gentle on my thoughts.

I would love to hear them,
The whistle in the air as they rise,
Will they fly with the wisps in my head,
Will they wonder why everything is grey?

I want to see them,
When I close my eyes on the night,
I want their gentle colour to surround me like a dream,
And when the sun rises, gently lead me awake.

Okay, that poem just happened 😁. I like it though. It might need some serious editing, but it's how I feel about the image. It needs some editing, some refining, but I prefer it's present form.
Let me know what you think.

I'll call it Butterflies.