The First Shrike

Butterfly Dreams

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

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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Comments about Butterfly Dreams by The First Shrike

  • Elysabeth FaslundElysabeth Faslund (7/14/2007 7:43:00 PM)

    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

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  • The Poet's Greatest Escape (7/12/2007 11:08:00 PM)

    Ah! The Butterfly Effect, lol

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