what lies within <br />the ruins lain <br />across the sky before my breath <br />could whisper to the stars <br />the air we breath <br />guides the words we weave <br />to settle gently in our arms <br />as we sleep <br />if wishes had wings <br />I'd pray till dawn <br />for every butterfly to live <br />one more day<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shuffling-your-deck-of-trick-cards/
