To Never Wake
"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming...."
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With regal grace of a Swan,
I dance amid dew drops.
Where enfolds a dream slipped by,
one each in a sweet Tulip.
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Within this field of flowers,
beckons all that could be.
All the entrancing beauty,
steeped, in wishes mystique.
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Their subtle scent enrapturing,
of my drifting,sensibilities.
Enticing me to believe,
each bloom could be reality.
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The enchanting pull is silken,
as cool water, on sun kissed skin.
A delightful feel of welcome,
from each bloom, as I peer in.
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I chance to sip the sweetness,
from a velvet petaled cup.
The vibrant hue I tasted,
a dream I had given up.
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Fascinating, how time will fly,
within the stage of REM sleep.
A captivating thrall I need,
within a dream I want to keep.
Paula Swanson
7/10/2011
For the contest:
Day Dreams and Dreams and Dreams
Sponsored by Constance La France
Placement: 1st
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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