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
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