Butterfly dreams

In twilight's grasp, where dreams and life entwine,
Who dreams the dream? The butterfly or mine?

In dreams I soared, a butterfly in flight,
With wings adorned in colors rich and bright,
Among the blooms, I danced without a care,
A joyful spirit, floating through the air.

In twilight's grasp, where dreams and life entwine,
Who dreams the dream? The butterfly or mine?

Each petal whispered secrets soft and sweet,
As sunbeams kissed the earth beneath my feet.
In this enchanted realm, I felt so free,
Yet did not know that I was meant to be.

In twilight's grasp, where dreams and life entwine,
Who dreams the dream? The butterfly or mine?

Awake, I lingered in that fleeting bliss,
A question lingered, haunting like a kiss:
Did I, the man, in slumber weave a tale,
Or was the butterfly my soul’s true sail?

In twilight's grasp, where dreams and life entwine,
Who dreams the dream? The butterfly or mine?

In twilight's grasp, where dreams and life entwine,
Who dreams the dream? The butterfly or mine?