Dragonfly

The way your hair lies across
your dream struck face,
when you wake up in the morning
makes you look beautiful.


You flutter your eyelashes
like the wings of a butterfly,
in a land where dreams are flowers,
strewn across a field of sleep inducing poppies.

The flowers of your dreams
look familiar to me,
as if a dragonfly has just disturbed,
the air in your dreamland.

Maybe that's because
the dragonfly and the butterfly,
were sitting on the same flower.