Butterfly Dreams
By Dora Thomley
Butterfly dreams on butterfly wings
My mind drifts away like the sun
I see the lady in red
As she spins in my head
And I wonder just what is to come
The butterfly wings so silent in flight
They beat like the stillness
Of a fog covered night
The butterfly dance so graceful to see
Brings the visions of death
In a dream back to me
A butterfly garden, a butterfly room
A butterfly pin
Does it mean impending doom?
For years it was hidden or just out of sight
Like a shadows in the dark
Like a thief in the night
But the butterfly wings
Seems to beat out a tune
Will this cave in my dreams
now become
My Tomb?
