Of Airplanes and Butterflies

We dreamed once...

Of feathered wings
and a gentle breeze

soaring through a road of blue
sleeping in the clouds

Breathing becoming easy
and laughter more relaxed

Worries melting
with the candle wax

Oh how we dreamed such dreams
creating pictures of tomorrow

Beauty we would make
inspiring from the tongues of yesteryears

Until we realized we are nothing
but worms with wings.