Butterfly Wings

We pen the beauty of butterflies; we witness the grace in their flight. The brilliance of shades is seen by day, but what of them by night? They droop beneath the limbs; wings bound to hold dreams safe. Dreams from babes who slumber; solace embroidered upon their face. You can look through the day as they fly; search for the wing’s shimmer. What you truly perceive on those wings are the dreams as they skimmer. As litters rest, dreams drift away to the comfort of the chosen wings. Decided by the soul of the child as they dream of being queens and kings. As in destiny, each dream and each wing can only be promised to one. The flying sentinels graciously drape until a child’s dream has come. Then with awing wings that glisten, they fly across the sun’s light. Carried to the hollows of trees, to be until the next twilight.