Without a sigh connection failed in whispered lullaby
Without a con, without a trace, the Winged Butterfly.
Its eyes just bulging up above
In tearful symphony,
Her arms just aching for the love
That she would take from me.
It’s just a song of give and take,
Of silent stormy thoughts, and
In the years of Heaven’s sake
She wrought the Heaven’s rot.
Come whisper to me lullaby
No rest and no release
No breath to ease this passing hour
That pleases he who sees; a lash, a gaze, a look, a spasm
The chasm of the eye. And in his ear,
Within that year, the dreadful ghost of nought
The Winged Butterfly
The Whisper lullaby.