Butterfly Dreams

I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming Real-time and genuine, or just me mis-believing? A fascinating fabricated scene of night-time bliss The only realm of thought where I don't feel out of place Captivating,cosmic and recurring once again As crystal clear as raindrops racing for the window pane Entrancing yet enchanting, subconsciously sublime Random, unrecalling, yet every one divine Enrapturing,consuming every moment of my slumber Delicate, delightful, like the calm after the thunder I'm drowning, in a peaceful way, I've never been so deep My dreams don't seem to realise that I'm not yet asleep 11 July 2011