The dreams
of my heart
my mind
doth pass
In my dream
of butterflys
for they
hug me
without sound
Nothing stays
with me to long
In my dream of
butterflys
they lift me
from this ground
But I have
had from
since as a
child
In my dream
of butterflys
they so still
my mind
The deep solace
of song
In my dream
of butterflys
they flutter for they
are posied
In my dream
of butterflys
my daughter
now is four
In my dream of
butterflys
such delight
to my eyes
forever
may roam
Let me find life
and stay
In my dream of
butterflys
Soft weaved wings
they always have
of witch we sing
With wings whoms
tunes
are played
out and not
forgotten
In my dream of
butterflys
linen in does
my neice now
lay
Like the rain
of yesterday
rainbow weaved
it is
thus so
In my dream of
butterflys
heavens light
doth shine
so true
In my dream of
butterflys
no cut
nor sting
for all
will sing
for the
beauty with
out flowers
no dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty passing beyond, and beauty flittingly here for the moment. Such etheral lovliness, but of such short duration. How sad, but how beautiful...one must fill their eyes everyday with this gift of nature. Magnificent telling of the butterfly, with all the layers of meaning, like those delicate wings. Good to read. Good to remember.xxElysabeth