Butterfly

for FreeToFly

I fall asleep, books piled by my pillow   

Reading’s my transport from the known and near

And often, this dictates where my dreams go.

Books are my world, they teach me all I know  

The more so now my days are turning sere 

Pages like leaves so quickly turn and blow.

The soul’s a butterfly, as light as snow

In poems and tales it travels here and there,   

Often it ventures to the long ago

White butterfly, your wings now beating slow  

This book worm yearns, like you, to change to air

Till then, my little library must glow

Each book a candle, tallow burning low

Sheena Blackhall