Beautiful Dreamer Poem by DM W

She was a beautiful dreamer;
A butterfly kissed by the sun.
But now she's a permanent resident
In the dark house of exile.
The sweet flowers of her longings
Are crushed by the doorway;
That no longer leads to a new dawn.
She knows the bittersweet emptiness
Of cold winter evenings spent
Chasing the dragon in smoky mind heaven.
Still she spends days and night preparing
A mask in order to confront the world
Once again. Turning from the mirror,
She's mesmerised by a solitary candle flame,
She forgets her self, her doubts, her name.
She was once a beautiful, but reckless dreamer.