Butterfly On the Hand

A bright dream, you have swallowed my morning sleep In your arms, you are drowning in love and affection Your eyes are stars in the sky of my heart Whispers of love, every eternal dinner of doubt in me The reed sound of your kindness song blows from my soul I have heard a beautiful song on the road of love Sit in the hemp thinking about my dreams The longing of the heart sits on the sleeve of your forgiven emigration I sit on the sleep cycle to dream of you The peace of my soul is woven like a butterfly on the hand of your grace