Chrysalis
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* This was created from a short-form piece I wrote about a year ago. Watercolor painting is by Dean Crouser. *
You were my mind's cocoon ...
Oh, at first I ran, multi-legged, from the intensity of your intent,
the fear of a love, transforming ... the weight of a passion profound.
But I knew, I felt, I knew ... there ... it was there, like natural selection,
Unavoidable once set into its motility. I fed on music - songs like leaves
of sustenance, one to the next, building the energy that would supply
my change with its aliment, pretending to be the unwary prey of the
inexorable conversion, but the pure joy of being ... sharing all that
Motivated me with such ease and energy and knowledgeable unity,
SLOWED me to a crawl, and I conceded my movement to the sublime.
Your love and kinetics and piercing prudence, coalesced with mine, like
Light stabbing darkness, spilling color like blood ... I, drenched in You,
captured, stopped, wrapped with warmth and safety and indulgence,
held so close in integral passion that it froze my soul - a consensus of
spirits rarely known. The Universe stopped and waited while we caught
Up to its wonder, and in total sincerity and care, the metamorphosis
of my heart began. Oh, painful is much of the employment of such
change, the tissues and elements and muscles of my being screamed
In that dynamism, grasped at anything familiar for purchase, but it was
a futile act, and slowly I was swallowed by all that you wished of me ...
consumed by everything you saw in my eyes and aspect, dissolved and
macerated by the potential of what WE could be and have and do and
Realize, together. The dream of a phoenix, risen, sustained the pains,
but sometimes a dream can be the only viable catalyst, and there in the
midst of that blissful, exquisite turmoil, the butterfly, slowly ... came forth,
Dried its wings in the sun of your smile and countenance, let go the
branch of familiarity and the past, and soared ... soared in the knowledge
that those dreams were possible, glided in the joy of security and the
cadence of faithfulness, flew in the breeze of the multitude of hopes
That you placed beneath my wings, arose with feeling and strength and
possibility, soared with you, and for you, and to you ... you were my mind's
cocoon ... but alas, sweet and sad and so short, is the life of a butterfly,
And oh, so brief ... its beauty.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Changing The Mind's Diaper" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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