Butterfly Ballad

Butterfly Ballad I draw my world unto myself With silken strands – a silent chrysalis To sleep, to dream, of golden moments past Then bind deep wounds in salve of isolation’s bandage. I spin a private world’s protection Around this bleeding, tattered heart That hides in darkness And begs for healing reveries to ache no more. Lord set me free to fly – to reach for your higher heights Amid the melodies of life spinner’s living things My soul drifts toward new harmonies Where my anguish, shed in teardrops, Hears new songs outside this crucible and beyond. The borders of this world of mine grow too small To hold a fresh expanding joy The binding silken strands once strong Dissolve like sea foam on the ocean’s wind. Lord set me free to fly – to reach for your higher heights From midnight’s bonds I am thrust This tottering soul blinks - startled by resplendent light - To unfold new kaleidoscope wings of rejoicing Before the Creator of my new mystic songs. Gently rising into the singing sunrise That flows from this new dawning dawn I seek anew life spinner’s face To ever sing the Creator’s song of renewing grace. Lord set me free to fly – to reach for your higher heights. 1-6-21 Contest: “B” Forms Sponsor: Constance La France