The Dream

I had the most beautiful dream last night, brought on by restlessness alone or any combination that plus the beer, wine and liquor I had consumed. I was walking in a field of low hanging trees amongst which dozens of butterflies fluttered around. Large beautiful creatures with intricately patterned wings. The leaves of the trees, like large lilly pads, hung just above eye level from which beauitful pink and purple orchids were growing. Beneath them hung bulbs like balls of silk from which butterflies were hatching. Sliding out between the sinuous thread and unfolding their wings for the first time to fall free and dance into the sunlight. Flying everywhere. Flying for the first time and forever.