Chrysalis (Butterfly Dreams)
This poem was resurrected from an old journal
for my new house, Chrysalis house.
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Once I dreamed that I was free
and in that dream a part of me
struggled to awaken
quick enough to catch the fantasy
and it seemed -- that I missed --
by just a heartbeat.
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Now I live within that dream
and it's perfect.
Perfect.
Everything I wanted
through the years that I was haunted
by a hunger fed by fantasy of flight.
It's perfect. Like a story book.
No one pees, no one has pimples,
the solutions* all are simple,
and the words rhyme every time I try to write.
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Last night you swam beside me
in a dream. I wasn't shy, we
wore no Masks and no one swam between us.
I knew if I could wake up quick enough
I would pull you from your chrysalis
into this world of dreams.
But it seems -- that I missed
by just a heartbeat.
- June 1986
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(*) if you're not part of the solution, you are part of the precipitate.