9/14/25 for "My Dream Within A Dream" Poetry Contest of Constance La France
“Butterflies in the stomach, a smile that won't go away, and it's like an addiction that makes a person yearn for more. It's not something one thinks about, it's something that's felt, involuntarily.” - Shelena Shorts My dream within a dream - I ponder this; what might it be? When I was but a teen, romantic notions flitted through my mind like butterflies - illusive, beautiful and bright. I chased them as I dreamed awake. Catching them was another thing! I suppose the dream of many is to find a love that’s true, but I always longed for the allure of love that lights the soul on fire - a lasting, blazing deep desire. Such love ultimately burns out but for fleeting moments I held a butterfly or two! Sweet butterflies linger not, They are dreams within a dream. Oh, to feel again the tickle - that flutters in the tummy making me a little crazy! How nice to be revisited by butterflies now and then. Though elusive, they show themselves at times inside my poetry.
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