Years pass in
tangles of dreams;
cobweb patterns of
warped time
and brilliant visions.
Red flowers glow in our hearts
dance in our minds,
like explosions of fire.
We spread out our hands
and break the night;
watch frozen pieces of stars
falling, glinting silver.
And the storms of butterflies
burn golden
in the center of our world
until only illusions remain.
“we spread out our hands and break the night” love it! and the ending was great too (i heart butterflies forever) loved the poem and good picture choice as always