I miss her...so much...more...every day.

I miss her...so much...more...every day.

There are no butterflies

In the garden at midnight

All that flutters

Is my heart

I can hear it beating

In the silence

As I stand waiting

For the clouds to part.

They say the sky

Will soon be glowing

As stars begin to fall

Skies will burn,

Although magic lies

In just believing

There are many lessons

Left to learn.

There are no butterflies

In the air at midnight

But that will never

Make me cry

As falling stars are kissed

By the majesty of angels

To ensure

The legend of their fall

Will never die