what lies within
the ruins lain
across the sky before my breath
could whisper to the stars
the air we breath
guides the words we weave
to settle gently in our arms
as we sleep
if wishes had wings
I'd pray till dawn
for every butterfly to live
one more day

Wes Thompson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shuffling-your-deck-of-trick-cards/