The dreams of my heart <br />my mind doth pass <br /> <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />for they hug me <br />without sound <br /> <br />Nothing stays with me to long <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />they lift me from this ground <br /> <br />But I have had from <br />since as a child <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />they so still my mind <br /> <br />The deep solace of song <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />they flutter for there posied. <br /> <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />my daughter now is four <br />If that should ever leave me <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />such delight my eyes <br />forever roam <br /> <br />Let me find life and stay <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />soft weaved wings <br />they always have <br /> <br />With wings whose tunes <br />are played out and not <br />forgotten <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />linen is does my neice now lay. <br /> <br />Like the rain of yesterday <br />rainbow weaved it is <br />thus so <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />heavens light doth shine <br />so true. <br /> <br />In my dream of butterflys <br />no cut nor sting <br />for all will sing <br />for the beauty with <br />out flowers no dream.<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-dreams-3/
