Gently

Gently!
There are butterflies hiding
Beneath the leaves of the night
Gently! There are fireflies shining
In the shadows of the light
Don't flick your hand so carelessly
You know you'll scare them away:
These thoughts that hide in your eyes
Won't survive the light of day

You might not care, you might not know
Or perhaps you do, and choose to forget:
These dreams of yours show on your brow
And in what you choose to leave unsaid.
They hang like dew drops in the air,
These dreams of yours that you wouldn't say
And I know, though you deny them now,
You sometimes hope that they would stay

Well, perhaps, when we meet again
For a fleeting moment in the summer sun
And when we'll say those senseless words
And, as always, choose to run
You'll spare some thought to all this, I say,
That you whispered to yourself in the night
 And you will not laugh away
At these dreams that you held so tight

So gently now, before you start,
There are butterflies hiding in the night
Say softly what you will,
There are fireflies hiding in the light.


Endnote: In my defense, it is nearing 1 am :P