ShadowsCool
05-24-2012, 09:17 PM
-Dream of the Butterfly-
A golden slumber was slipped to his heart
Before his beating blood beat no more
In the before after air we call dawn
Her head is drawn in widows weep.
As before in a journeys sleep
Did butterflies wallow off in the breeze
On a baby's face content to snore
The colors of life that unlock the door.
But only for a brief moment
Did his eyes open to see a tear
The reason he could not fear
He went back to dream of the butterfly.
A golden slumber was slipped to his heart
Before his beating blood beat no more
In the before after air we call dawn
Her head is drawn in widows weep.
As before in a journeys sleep
Did butterflies wallow off in the breeze
On a baby's face content to snore
The colors of life that unlock the door.
But only for a brief moment
Did his eyes open to see a tear
The reason he could not fear
He went back to dream of the butterfly.