Butterfly Dream

April 22nd, 2007 (Poetry)

Open up all the jars
Let them flutter out
Like a wild hurricane they twist and twirl
Colors unimaginable
Surround me like a robe

Spots and blotches on their tiny wings
Dots within spots on paper thin particles
It isn’t real, yet it can’t be a dream
A genius created these
But, it can’t be
They can’t be humanly made

Running to find shelter
There are too many now to contain
They have multiplied and have become a plague
A plague that rests in my head
One to destroy all mankind

Yet, I am safe
I am safe in the comfort of this cave
I am safe in knowing that this dream can end if I want it to
It is a dream, right?

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One Response to “Butterfly Dream”

1. mom says:

   May 18, 2007 at 5:40 am

   I like this one—-my dreams are full of things that seem to be good and pleasing to me and often turn into something else that’s twisted and scary—I look at it as my fears being played out that way, and like you, I’m glad it is
   just a dream?

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