I have a dream

Have I but a dream?
Attached to the simple grounds,
Like caterpillars.
Slow and silent in my shell,
Still unsure of what I am.

Have I but two dreams?
Flow-free like a butterfly,
Liberty's finest.
Wings of light and winds of hope,
Chasing colors through the sky.

Have I but three dreams?
To rest on petals of peace,
Breathes insollaing,
Only skies that call me home.

Or have I but none?
Just moments stitched into the air,
Fragile as dew drops
leeting thoughts and fading wings
Lost before I know their names.

Yet still, I wonder -
Dreams may hide in quiet things,
Soft as dusk's whisper
Maybe I have always flown,
And the dream was just to see.