My morpho

Had a morpho that I liked to keep,
for if the darkest nightmare reap
sweetest of my sky-blue dreams,
I say her blue wings as it seems,
were my hope against the streams
of these cruel red-colored themes

She flew away when I was asleep.
In search of freedom stopped to weep
just to find a ray of hope,
and getting rid of someone mope.
My morpho set herself free
I didn't stop her just to see
a dream that she flies back to me,
before her wings, I bend on knee!