Dreaming in Paradise by Mary
Each day I do my best because I know life is fleeting.
And at night as I lie to rest, I sense my heart beating.
My mind saunters off to sleep and I feel content.
Eyes closed, and before me is a creation from years of intent.
My dream is of butterflies fluttering without a sound.
To me, it’s a metaphor of life and my feet move on the ground.
Lungs joyfully expand and contract with a sigh from my voice.
This vision of love and kindness makes me want to rejoice!
The past is past, I cannot change the path behind me.
What I feel now even as I sleep, the present, is my gift to see.
I look up and down, feel the ground as butterflies kiss my cheek.
Smiling, in front of me is a path I alone choose to seek.