For the shattered dreams...


Dreams...

Little butterflies
beautiful
colorful

I catch them with my eyes
and they fly inside my body
trying to find a suitable place to stay

They fill my heart with love
They fill my soul with passion
They fill my body with life

Yet, Sometimes
They come to my dream
My little dreams
take me to the places of pleasure and pain
I dwell with them whole night
and try to find the meaning in the morning...

My little precious dreams
They die unnoticed
unaccomplished
They cry out of my heart
and spill out my eyes

My beautiful butterflies
My beautiful dreams





Poetry by White
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Written on 2011-03-05 at 05:00

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countryfog
Dreams as butterflies . . . beginning as something earth-bound and becoming something beautiful and elusive . . . perhaps never to be captured but always to be pursued. Very nicely done.
2011-03-05


John Ashleigh
Shattered dreams can leave us confused, hurt, and all coiled inside. But dreams also balance it out with pictures of the past. Using the 'butterfly' as a metaphor in some parts, works very well. Keep writing - I will keep an eye out for your poetry.
5/5.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-05