Butterfly Longings

rose-shaded-butterfly

No ordinary life,

certainly not nondescript.

My gratitude abounds

for those who’ve seen beyond the worm,

have designed its many grooves,

allowed free access to their hearts.

But being a caterpillar

I’ve been confined to

surfaces of many things

with bridled flights of fancy.

Transition’s time has come now.

No easy phase I’m sure,

to lose who I have been

mixed emotions have set in.

Cocoon me in amorous sleep.

Kiss me to rebirth,

anticipation rising high,

 of what I will become,

of days when I will fly freely,

magnificent art of self creation.

It’s heady days I yearn for,

with golden crown and colorful wing,

frivolously fluttering flights,

amidst bounteous beauties bright,

where time is alive to every moment,

and becomes a precious incarnation.