In the quiet of the room
Colors covered for the night
My thoughts unfold, an evening bloom
Coaxed forth by the faintest light
A kaleidoscope of butterflies
Shadows stirring in the dark
Whispering both truth and lies
To seed my dreams with any spark
And seated with a patient ear
My conscience watches homeless thoughts
That flare and fade and disappear
Trying their luck at being caught
And somewhere in their fluttering
A treasure takes its time to grow
A song that I should love to sing
A melody I want to know
And just as I pick up the tune
I slip away, the world released
But don't look for me past the moon
I'm not that far, not in the least.
©05.04.2017 ebn
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