Midnight butterfly,
it is your time to fly.
Far away, not looking back,
its your time to think fast.
Darkness comes, daylight goes,
the night is full of your midnight foes.
Learning, weeping,
so much changing.
You blue skin is luminess,
it shines in the darkness.
You are a saphire,
floating away with the wind.
You make the dark, peacful,
watching you flit against the midnight breeze.
Michelle Tolly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-butterfly/
