Butterflies

Butterflies dance in my vision
They you cannot see
For they avoid your eyes
You scream insanity

They tell me all the secrets
The world has yet to know
A present from the to me
That cannot be tied with bow

Still you press the matter
Sure that my mind has fled
But I just smile on
As they dance around your head

Playing peek-a-boo
Above your golden maine
They stop and giggle quietly
Before they play again

Your eyes hold sadness
Acussing sorrow too
I understand your concern
But their is naught I can do

Soon they'll make me one of them
My dear butterflies
And then I will surely leave you
As I join them in the skies