dreamtime

I solve problems that beset me, in my dreams at night-

How clear my thoughts, lucid, fluid, beautiful, butterfly-bright.

Everything seems so simple and clear,

There’s no sense of doubt or fear-

Awaking, I grope for the revelations I’ve had-

Feeling -Oh so hopeful, glad:

But the thoughts are all fled,

The wonders dead,

The shining butterfly scales they left behind,

Soon fade from the fingers  of my groping mind.

 

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