I was dreaming about butterflies.
I wanted so bad their colors to wake me up,
to show me where life really is.
I wanted the sound of the tiny wings moving
to sing to me, to tell me stories of love, endless love.
I’ve forgotten what is to think about
the amount of air you breathe in,
what is to wait the storm in your stomach
to calm at least for a second,
what is to wish “Dreamland” to find you
and all ahead that you see…
Angel, mirage at first,
illusion coming so near to realize it’s true.
The thought of him,
the idea of having everything, anything
after his lips mark your existence
with the softest touch,
after his hands set fire in you,
even if outside is wild winter.
I was dreaming of the chaotic intruders
and the meaning of their coming.
And now that they are here,
now that I have them turning
my little heart up-side-down,
I welcome them with wide open hug,
saying in between deep breaths,
in between nausea and uncontrollable smiles,
please don’t ever leave again.
© 2010 Broken Sparkles