I'm dreaming
dreaming with my eyes open
Mama made it Christmas and I'm still dreaming
With a mind wide open and eyes wide shut, I'm sleeping in my dream
With an eye to find this destiny of mine, I dream
As I walk the line
Crimson butterflies bleed into my mind
Their blue ink mixed with my red wine
Mix and blend into a whole new design
Cannot describe essence defined
words etched together, interwoven rhyme
Can't seem to keep with the time
Inspiration's echoes realigned
Kristen Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-butterflies/
