Blue Butterflies

[BRIDGET]

 

Mournful my garden was left

After the departure of my blue butterflies

Devastated, without light

As I comtemplated

How they trickled from my hands

Simply watched

their wings beating away from me

 

And I wait for them

Till my last breath

Before closing eyes every night

After the moon rises

And before the sun falls

I hope to see them back

 

But my garden keeps

quiet, alone and dark

Night falls,

nightmares invade my sleep

When I become you

And you become him

 

Mournful my garden was left

Where my blue butterflies are?

Tell them I'll wait