Butterfly Dream

In this dream oh so magical.
I was a butterfly,that’s true.
My wings were the most beautiful of all.

My movements in the air graceful.
And time slow.
In this dreamscape oh so vast.

My wings changed colors,patterns.
And it really last.
The more good deeds I did.

Or the more I was reborn.
My wings changed colors.
Perhaps I earned powers.

And everyone watched me in awe.
And then my wings glowed a bright diamond blue.
And turned into a sparkly golden hue.

The scenery,i could not explain.
But I was in the school yard,a familiar terrain.
Students around talking and laughing.

Someone eating pop rocks,fireworks at night cracking.
The more I lost my life as a butterfly.
The more unique I looked.

Once red wings.
Yellow teams.
And blue screens.

Maybe wings covered in oh so many swirls.
So beautiful, so many thrills.
At the end of the dream,my wings were divine.

Pure 24K gold,I flied in cloud nine.
I woke up and wondered,where did I go?
When I fall asleep and the sun fall down low?

Was this dream with a meaning of any kind?
If I told the story,would anyone mind?
Butterflies are beautiful,that’s true.

Sometimes they can fly,but not see their colors.
And so they miss on their hidden powers.
Only everyone else in the room can see.

The beauty of you and me.
Butterflies change,schedules arrange.
If only you could see yourself the way I see.

You’ll feel brand new.
For every insect can be beautiful.
Same goes for humans.

Sometimes we survive by feeding on delusions.
Maybe this dream had a meaning.
Or maybe we all crave freedom.

But it’s not as easy,always ridden.
And our beauty ends up mostly hidden.
Come on,flap your wings.

For butterflies are graceful beings.
And we slowly show our feelings.
Riding on a phoenix.