An Evolution Poem by mark anthony st. rose

I feel like a dying seed upon a parched land,
watered solely by the tears and cares of heaven.
My body becoming more of a cocoon
and something inside me the butterfly,
just awaiting with bated breath its moment
to burst free.
I learn at times reluctantly to detach
from this transient beauty; the body.
I could feel it slipping,
my mortal thoughts slipping,
my mortal desires slipping.
I feel strange at times derange,
wondering if its only me
or is this a natural course to be;
our evolution,
from earth to heaven's sky;
from man to divine butterfly.



copyright@2010 by Mark Anthony St. Rose