By brian francis
In my dreams, I see butterflies
fluttering across my mind’s eye.
They dance performing flutter byes.
In my dreams, I see butterflies
floating the breezes as they rise,
cast in the winds – my sleeping sigh.
In my dreams, I see butterflies
fluttering across my mind’s eye.
Author’s Note: Form–Triolet
Copyright ©2020 brian francis
Wordsmith: At The Forge 