A Dream Called You

"A Dream Called You"

A Monarch butterfly sailed with me through the clouds.

We rose, as this luftmensch smiled at me, flying with silver wings.

Golden tears, cried for millions of years, in this dream.

Spring flowers make rains' shower.

My love loses all of its secret power.

Sacks of flour are made by the hour.

A river flows.

My mind knows it's in a dream.

I'll be with you in the third moon.

For the fifth time today.

As my mind slows, a breeze blows.

I am back inside your womb.

In a sound sleep.

Is this dream reality or a fantasy?

It seems to be free.

As a green colored sea.

Surreal as it may feel?

Or is your kiss my lost steal?

By Jonathan Billet - 02. 16. 2015