Petalwise

You are another moon shaped face...azurined sky...oh Petalwise...you have the wisdom of the knowing...there, embedded in your hidden eyes...I know your wings are weary now...that chrysal'n entombment spent...changing...you are a friend...but keep some things...a secret e'en from friend...

And I, enow...nor shall I pry...the privacy of butterfly...oh Petalwise...tis well enough...and trust will glean...the winged bond we share...and I will wait...on distant day...and you...will spread...the tale of flight you witnessed here...cerulean brother...

There is a world...another world..so secret...even angel dare not say...not here nor now...but lost so very far away...and there...where you might fly...should you desire...am I bound also...from this keep...where even prayer can never free...

You are another moon shaped face...azurined sky...dear Petalwise...you have the nature of the knowing...there, embedded in your open eyes...and I know...for I too hold a moon shaped face...and I too...entombed...had broken from that place...and flew...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: Forest of Dreams, by presently unknown artist