04 August 2025

Butterflies

These butterflies in 
My stomach that
Whisper your name.

They tickle my fancy,
They colour my
World in new shades.

They get to head,
Go to the heart and 
Don't let me sleep.

I seek lullabies of
Of your lips in the dead
Of the night and 

You appear like a
Holy voice that 
Wash away my sins.

That's how you sing
Me to sleep these
Days.

And in half-dreams
I slip in better realms.
Only to wake up
Rinsed in starlight..

The butterflies again
And your name.
You're the enchantress 
Who has stolen me 
Away.