A BUTTERFLY’S DREAM

And so to bed,
though once it was said
that life is just an illusion.
Well if that is so,
then why, long ago,
was my life such a whirl of confusion?

A nightmare, a dream
or so it would seem,
could be life long ago
on an endless stream.
We are trapped in a world
somewhere deep; in-between.

So settled now am I
that I often wonder why
I was once so afraid;
lived my life in the shade.
I need no longer cry,
for although we must die

We don’t have to pretend
for there may be no end.
Maybe life is
but a butterfly’s dream
with no boundary’s or borders,
no end it would seem?

*
Written by Darren Scanlon, November 1985.
Revised 31st July 2016.
© 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

ALMA DOLIENTE

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