Into My Dream
I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . .
Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming;
Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent.
Peacefully detained by a delightful young gent,
His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
Releasing an enchanting aromatic scent;
Where enrapturing view overtook me inside.
His fascinating smile lured me in my slow stride,
Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep,
Where enrapturing view overtook me inside;
When into my captivating dream he did seep.
Entrancing flitter hypnotized to restful sleep,
There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
When into my captivating dream he did seep;
Making a woman without wings to set me free.
There he envisioned I was his true love to be,
Lying in green mead where buttercups were beaming,
Making a woman without wings to set me free;
I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . .
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
July 9, 2011
Third Place Winner ~ "Daydreams and dreams and dreams” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France~ A Rambling Poet
Aug. 5, 2011
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011
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