Golden butterflies
A/N: I hope you like this. The Cowboy Bebop movie inspired me so...ta da!
Disclaimer: I don't want to own Cowboy Bebop, just Spike, since we're so alike it's scary. Kinda like an alter ego xDxD A-nyway, all I own, is this poem.
Summary: A small poem from Spike's POV about the butterflies in his dreams
Golden butterflies.
Golden sparkles of light, golden butterflies
Creating shadows cast across the skies
At vision's edge, so beautifully caught
Yet never there when pleadingly sought.
Fluttering wings, so vast, so deep
Pools of sunlight though rays do not meet
Isn't it like the silver moon's farewell?
As it cries when it does not hear sunshine's bells.
So lack of birds, free thought and light
And now a lack of simple sight
For the golden butterflies flutter fast
But it can't be real, only a dream of the past.
But what is dreaming, a visage of want?
Or some insanity that slowly haunts?
Whatever the hope, or reason it may be
These golden butterflies cloud my present to see.
I cannot see the present for they obstruct my every view
I cannot wonder the future as it comes so very soon
So I only see the past and the bright golden glow
Like the sun that never saw the moon or the twilight show.
-PapP
-Becky