Butterflies Poem by Christopher's Dead

Traces signs of weakness
I bury my head in my hands
And wonder how I could have ever
Hurt the ones I loved, it’s hard to stand
The horizon in my room is close
And cold and white the walls stare
Just like my arms they show remorse
I never meant to scare you, to scare you

I looked outside my window
Frozen in sad forgetful hurt
And to my surprise it lifted up
My spirits from below the dirt
For what I saw was like a dream
A spectrum of ecstatic light
A thousand butterflies outside my window
That cured my unforgiving, my unforgiving…

What it was I felt I cannot say
The colors great how they astound me
Such beauty, such touching innocence
They flew around, their warmth surrounds me
Though not what I expected from
These fragile creatures made me smile
And now I feel I can live on
A thousand butterflies outside my window.

For Sarah...