Treasure Island

Carol Fleming Klein


Caterpillar Dreams


Although your cocoon
is dark
and the sun is far away,

Although the wait
is long
and the time drags on

Although the delay
seems endless
and the quiet dark
of the changing seaason
forever

Yet in the misty dark
aloneness
beats a promise
the golden glow of wings

In your haste
for warm air
fragrant musical breezes
and delicate beauty

Don't venture
a broken wing
in your struggle
to be born

Instead give yourself
the fulness
of time
for your graceful wings
to unfold
and dry in the
Sun's rays

Wait for the promise
of wings
to come to you

December 19,1995

Submitted: Monday, February 17, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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