mardi 17 janvier 2012

The Butterfly Call

This is crazy, I mean so crazy
I bet the phone has felt in love too
The night goes so happy
And the mirror can’t believe it’s you

The bed gets warm, it shines
The pillow claims too heads
The walls could shake and whine
They’ve heard all what’s been said

So everything keeps on dreaming
Even though it’s an awakening
Sooner you’re coming
Such a butterfly flying

So damn crazy
One A.M, voices have been two
The room tells you come to me
From the door or the window

The bed gets warm, it shines
The pillow claims too heads
The walls could shake and whine
They’ve heard all what’s been said


Call ended
The pen gets excited
After he’d trembled
He said;

“Oh! Dear cloud
You try to bring me the spirit
The shadow and the sound
Now with the senses seal it
I can see fireworks
But the butterfly should come
Now nothing is blur
Eyes closed and the wish is done
Because once I’ll see the butterfly
A wonderful party would be my life
…regards”