Thursday, December 31, 2009

Metamorphosis

The butterfly was a caterpillar
It is where in now
Does it reside on an orchid
Where will it be next
When it flutters its wings
Will it cool my angst
Will it reconstitute my heart
Do the wing aesthetics reflect the divine
Is that love I see
I really don't know
In a few hours it will be 2010
And there will be no New Year's Eve Kiss
I want metamorphosis
Just not without you

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