Buttered-Ale dropped me deeper into sweet dreams
at evenlight. At once, a kaleidoscope of color, embowing
sheaths of dazzling lights carries me to the midnight streams,
encapsulating me as in a cocoon. Keep warm, dry, safe, growing.
Beyond, the parade of dazzling colors, rotating like a wheel,
vanishing instantly; a lush floral garden draws near.
I awaken within my shell, protected with a golden seal.
My life capsule splits with a crack, and all becomes clear.
I emerge morphed into being a beautiful multi-colored butterfly,
While my wings dry with the aid of rays of sunlight,
my mosaic of shimmering energy fluttering, a mate flies by.
I take the wind underwing and flit about the sky like a box kite.
Oh, to dream such a dream of such utter freedom!
Oh, to dream such a dream of a butterfly kingdom ...
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Author Notes
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use of archaic words:
Butter-Ale: Ale boiled with lump sugar, butter, and spice
Evenlight: twilight
Embowing: Arching, Lydgate
Keep: To dwell
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