But a Dream

Playing in the garden

A boy

Watching the wings fluttering

Those of the butterfly


Night comes

The moonlight showing on wings fluttering

Those of a butterfly


The boy in the garden sits

Legs swinging

Wondering if it was a dream


In the moonlight wings flutter

Those of a wondering butterfly


Was it a dream?


Flying High

Walking far

Wondering which is truly his

And which

Is but a dream


The boy wonders

His thoughts with the sky

The night

Not the time of butterflies

The time of dreams

The butterfly cannot be

It was all but a dream


Interestly, I wrote this before hearing about Zhuangzhi’s dream.

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