I got me some butterfly wings so I can fly, fly, fly…
And catch myself some dreams.
I got me some butterfly dreams…
That I can hold onto when things seem but not seem.
He huffs and puffs and makes a lot of noise…
But the walls fall down of their own accord.
“Watch out for the bees…
Sometimes they sting.”
“Blah, blah, blah, Humpty-Dumpty,” she sings.
I got me some butterfly wings so I can fly, fly, fly…
And catch the stars that she weaves.
And she learned the hard way to not play with the bumbles…
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August 31, 2008 at 1:44 pm
gypsy-heart
I came to catch up on your world, and I have to tell you EVERY post was beautiful! I couldn’t decide where to leave you a note..but Butterfly Dreams particularly captured my heart.
You are climbing out of the well, and your words and images are lighting your way.
Just remember many, many beautiful…
*~*~winged beings are drawn to light~*~*
moths, butterflies, dragon flies, fairies, ..
Each time I come here I see~feel your wings. :)
Good ~ creative energies and peace of heart to you!
Oh Gyspy-Heart, Each time you leave me words you lift my spirits. :) I think you are right…I am climbing out – just sometimes I slip back for a day or two. I suppose that’s to be expected when you get really, really deep down in a well. My little girl is most certainly a ray of light that I am drawn up, up, up to.
Much love and peace to you!