When I Think of You

When I think of you I think of butterflies, Not just of the obvious beauty As you flutter by, But your strength And fragility The feelings you evoke And the lives you have touched By simply being, I think of your slowly opening Reviling, vibrant wings, Then, of your sudden closing As if your rainbow should be hidden, There is no shame in those dark rings That surrounds the bright They bring out the color in us They balance the light. You were made to fly Sweet dreamer But beware the spirit who offers you wings, For he will snatch away your sky And leave you aimless, My dear butterfly, Who opens and closes so sweetly, Shake the sleep form your mind Then fly sweet dreamer leave all dust behind.