White Butterflies

Million white butterflies poise in the skies
Like a mirage in the green meadow
I wonder if the world can foresee
The death and the life they yield

The shadows of lies wrap all the land
While kissing the feet of Osiris
The cold nights make the world stand still
While freezing the picture through its lens

So many of them that no one can fight
Only fools will dream of breaking the bind
At the end of the day they will never disappear
Only fall off the earth to fill out the heavens

Do their snowflake wings ever get tired
from carrying the world that does not sing
What if there will be no more meadows
how would one hide from the coldness of shadows

White are the butterflies that cover my eyes
Lifting me off from the bleeding ground
Eternal is darkness that mirrors no light
As I fall and fall to the abyss of asphyxia

There are no answers to bear the truth
Only the fog that shelters the conscious
No words that can fracture the mirrors
Doors to cold hands that choke you to breathless

The contours of the world slowly fade away
As the blackness of shadows veils the pain
The open wounds will never bleed again
Only the white butterflies forever will remain

Häly Laasme