Merging Dreams

She enters as I sleep at night
    And roams inside my dream.
And as she strolls with keen delight,
She yearns to see my thoughts ignite,
    Where fancy reigns supreme.

Enchanted by the striking sights,
    She then continues on.
For she has come to search the sites
Where fantasies are clothed in lights
    And images are drawn.

She sees the dream that she has sought,
    Cocooned in silky white.
She sits to watch the budding thought—
The one her eyes have deftly caught—
    And which will take to flight.

She smiles when movement halts her eyes;
    She knows I will be free.
And from this dream I will arise
To offer her what she will prize—
    A reverie of glee.

Before her eyes, I reappear—
    A humble butterfly.
I stretch my wings as she comes near;
She tells me I should have no fear,
    That we will learn to fly.

She spreads her wings toward the sky,
    Where morning stars are drawn.
We dance all night while flying high,
Beneath the moon's approving eye,
    And share a kiss at dawn.