The White Butterfly

Again my mind wanders with fear and doubt, And nightly slumber is nowhere in sight, My bodily pain without person or soul, Lies with me, as though mother and foe. I close my eyes for much needed rest, In silence, again I wait as a bird on nest. Ah! A faint flutter of flickering sound, Is it drawing nearer? Nearer to my breast for mount? Oh Yes! Wings outlined of silver, Inlaid with that of gold, Embedded with white silk, As though a summer's snow. For upon my breast it doth lie, With a song of silence, A night time lullaby. Breath taking music, now fills my soul, Night with easement, I now behold. Ah, I've slipped into darkness, I know no pain, The White Butterfly again is calling, Calling my name.