Butterfly, in Her Box of Rain
yes
There,
Her Majesty,
A Swan of Repose,
as Always, sitting, under
The Wisdom Tree, playing, as
soft as Whispers, The Lyre of Truth,
and as She sways, Still and On, moving,
as The Music surrounds Her as liquid, until
All Her Memories fade into One, and One is
for Ever, Again, and, There, in This Place
shared with Hope’s Wish lys Her Haven,
in A Corridor of Her Heart, where
She embraces His Fire, and
His Passion, and
His Glory,
and
for
Each Day,
of Infinity’s Reign,
for Every Moment, She
is held, Captive, in Her Well
of Longing, floating, on Her Sea of
Innocence, drifting, drowning, dying in
The Sum of All Tears . . . and in The Quick
of A Wink, and in The Hush of A Promise,
Her Box, high on The Mantle of Fortitude,
begins to quiver, as if to crack from The
Burden of Time, when, All at Once,
from Inside, A Light The Color
of Cyan Skies, and, The
Color of The Light,
was Ever’s
Eyes . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTail – The Trials of Ecstasy
There is some really amazing imagery in this…