Shrapnel Butterflies: Chapter 1

Shrapnel Butterflies

 c. Hurriedly, in front of me, dance with stained window's light
    a memory
    Seemingly, improbably, drifting through my mind's eye
    the flutterbies

 v. Don't you worry about my thoughts
    If they bloom into broken flowers
    Shards of glistening wings
    They may rest inside you head

 c. Funnily, come with me, to the pretend meadows
    locked away
    Smiling, running, after past apparations
    those flutterbies

 v. They nest among the shrapnel
    Left over from my scorched heart
    Feeding off the fragments
    And fly off shining my daydream

 c. Silently, away from me, crystals in the breeze
    I remember
    Chasing them, catching them, handle them with your care
    my flutterbies.