Title: Of Dust and Dreams
Author: Heather P.

Time flies,
Like butterfly dust and dreams.
The brief touch of skin and
The magick of love.
So short lived.
And that flies away swiftly,
On the flutter of whispering wings,
Always too far to be close.
That contain the magick of a kiss upon your eyelids,
And the crisp air of autumn,
All adding up in the sunset of that special day.
They fly away as butterfly dust and dreams,
Too far to be close,
But always close enough to strive for.