Butterfly Dreaming
" I dreamt, I was a butterfly, or was I a butterfly dreaming..."
Lit wings
Reflected,
Captivating.
Awed, I reach out to her,
Sighing.
Graceful,
Silently
Fascinating.
Diamond drops cascade down.
Tears.
Ever
Enchanting,
Pale shimmering.
Somehow she cannot see
Her wings.
Joyful,
Entrancing,
I lift her chin.
"With such wings, you can fly!"
I try.
Glowing,
Delightful,
She wipes her tears.
Downcast wings start to
flutter.
Smiling,
Suddenly
Remembering.
Enrapturing in her
Found Wings.
Beth Watkins
Daydreams and dreams and dreams Poetry Contest
07/11/11
Copyright © Beth Watkins | Year Posted 2011
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