Written by: T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet

"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."

Crossing over into an enchanting land of dreams.
Where I met a delightful little girl named Jean.

As fascinating as she was I couldn't see her face.
Entranced by her butterfly wings she flew away without a trace.

The pool of water where she sat was from her falling tears.
Enraptured in thought of just being here.

When I awoke from this captivating dream.
Thing were different now then they seemed.
                          Teresa Skyles  07/08/11

Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~"Daydreams and dreams and dreams"contest.