CHRYSALIS

Trying to reach a decision;

groping in the void darkness,

praying for a vision,

and its halo of brightness:

when all that comes

is disjecta membra.

The stale scattered crumbs,

of an almost forgotten september,

to some fall others spring.

The decay and birth,

of fully unfurled wings,

and the return to earth.

Sleeping silently in my mind,

things I wanted to say,

all of them not unkind,

anything to make you stay:

yet when all said and done,

or unsaid and undid,

we found glimpses of fun

before it became a habit.

Even the traces of your scent,

started to fade slowly,

shortly after you went.

Thats when I felt lonely,

caught between thoughts of violence,

and soothing memories of you,

I succumb to the moulding silence,

waiting to be born anew,

the love seed planted by you rare precious and beautifull.