BUTTERFLY DREAMS

I heard you butterfly, a lot;
And took you soon, to my mind.

I made monasteries of love, to care

And nestled with you, there in mind.

I was in dream of your beauty,

And enjoyed the tint of dance in my lap.

You lost me now, with a slice of heart,

And failed to withhold the burning of wounded heart.

You chased me for a long, with the sizzling memories of yours;

And I peeped back at last, to find you again.

You lost a wing, with the wrinkling cops I got,

And a creed of ants, creeping around.

I searched a lot, for the wing you missed,

And it found at last, from the river Nyle.

Embracing with a died drop of sweat,

That I lost during my past.