Dreams

I often dream of butterflies
with velvet midnight wings
and in-between my body flies
towards forbidden things.

I often dream of snowflakes cold
caressing me with frost.
They whisper to me tales of old
waking up feelings lost.

I often dream of summer rains
that shower me with tears
to wash away my mortal pains
clearing my mind from fears.

I often dream of stars so bright
that shine in handsome eyes
making my tortured head so light
with kisses full of lies.

I often dream of deeper seas
to drown me down with might
and be embraced where no one sees
so my heart stop to fight.

I often dream of desert heat
on night alight with fires
and an unstopping pumping beat
that burns me with desires.