Butterfly's Soul

 

 

Butterfly’s Soul

 

My dreams play out

In the theatre of my mind.

It's authenticity I seek and shall find.

 

Shadows of characters

Cast imprints upon my soul.

For this dream is all I know.

 

The tapestries weave

Not yet complete.

Vivid colour splashed

Upon canvas.

I see my dream

Through the looking glass.

 

I traverse the maddening maze

Past the Jesters with their sneers,

The Marionettes of Mediocrity.

Past the destroyer of dreams,

The Sinister Mage.

For I do not belong in their reality.

 

I rise, defiant,

With uncompromising wings.

I shall achieve my dreams.

 

 ~Angela Dawnell Chase~

    ©2012