Torn ~ Butterfly Woman
January 1, 2010
He flits from flower to flower
devouring their delicacies
until his appetite is satisfied
She lies wrapped in a silk cacoon
waiting for the warmth
of the spring sun to emerge.
The silver tongued beast
carved a well worn path
into her hibernating heart
Awakening her inhibitions
exposing her to the elements
vulnerable to the world.
She feels the sap rise slowy
but summer is an ancient myth
wrapped in history’s damp pages.
Free to follow the sun
which may shrivel her dreams
or set fire to herdesires.
The symphony of raindrops
drown her fondest memories
in the swirling, swollen river.
Torn between the world
of the silver tongued beast
clothed in darkening skies
or leaping into the blank pages
where new worlds are crashing
on beckoning summer shores.
D.Hinson
Jan10
Just wanted to say thanks for this
Thanks for the lovely comment.