CHRYSALIS
I twist into these mournings, daylight
saving me
from the burning flame of darkness
swallowing my emptiness
while waves of irony wash over me
i am toppled by the days
and silently
i sit hovering…
wondering if i can float this
time
wandering thru wastelands of
my mind
picking up the book written by me
on the other side of the dream
the other side of the dream
where it all spins into me…
i find all the lost notes
and all the lost tones
and all the lost fractures
of all my mended bones
I am painted the color red.
I am tainted, the mother has bled
we
D
R
I
P
together
thru the weathered web, creating worlds
in our head, to spew out into
the ethers,
to want neither this nor that
nor wonder where its at,
but to birth the beginning
again….
knowing we are just seasons of rhyme
flowering in our own time
chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale
of all that is and was and
wasnt for sale…
Across these moonbeams, these split
seams, these written clingings to the dream….
across
all
these
we call to invisible bodies
that are singing in their invisible moments
that are bringing their
soulstuffs into existence
to balance the tension
of the desire to Be,
and to not Be….
and therein….lie……We….
somewhere in between.
~Charleen Johnston
2004
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