Butterflies

Sleep? 

Replaced with butterflies -

All fluttering inside.

Pulse? Has quickened.

Head? Now spinning.

So dizzy. This desire.

I lie awake and wonder, is this some kind of joke?

Then dare my hopes to stick around, let's see just where this goes.

My darkened soul cannot control this, welling from within -

While,                         willful, wanton butterflies-

can keep my sleep again.