Butterfly Trilogy II
asleep
for hundreds of years
forest grown all about
the intertwining vines holding her hair
the dragons are slain the spells are cast off
a new morning dawns
with dew to feed the butterflies!
he came from a lofty cloud
wings softly fluttering
to touch-down near her wrapped slumbering
tenderly unravelling her gauze web
unfolding her wings warming them
dry with his breath
kissing her eyes opening awakening from
her long dream
she saw him there
at first hesitantly then with growing sureness
she tried her new wings
at last
her imprisonment ended
brown cords uncoiled
the two lift from this chrysalid forest
to golden castles in the sun
Copyright 2006 njTare
