I had my eyes closed, was walking in a dream.
I opened my eyes only when I stumbled.
The bright colors of my dreams contrasted
with the stark white light that blinded me.
I tried to close my eyes again – but encountered only darkness.
Finally my eyes grew accustomed to the light.
And I could see a way ahead.
Less colourful than my dreams, much straighter and higher.
But the color I had seen was as that on a butterfly’s wing.
And I grew to prefer the white light that showed me the world.
And I stepped out of the ruins of my fallen castle,
And walked towards my little cottage in the woods.
And while I may not live here all my life,
I am where I want to be now.