Dreams, Dreams Of Butterflies Poem by James McLain

The dreams,
of my heart and mind.

In my dream
of butterflies.
They hug me.
without sound.

Nothing stays
with me to long.

In my dream of
butterflies.
They lift me
from the 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 butterflies
they your eye's
flutter for they
are posied.

In my dream
of butterflies
my daughter now
is ten.

In my dream of
butterflies
such delight
to my eyes.


Let me find life
and stay and you.

In my dream of
butterflies.

Soft buttered wings
they always have
of witch all sing.

With wings
Who's tunes
are played
out and not
forgotten.

In my dream of
butterflys
linen inside does
my neice now lay.


Like the rain
of yesterday
rainbows weaved
it is true.


In my dream of
butterflys
heavens light
does shine
right through.

In my dream of
butterflys no cuts
nor stings.

For all can sing
about the beauty
of butterfly dreams.