Flight

Were I to shed this flesh

that is glued to bone

I would take flight

as a butterfly.

Scaled wings would

take me beyond

my darkened cocoon

to drink the spirit’s nectar

that flows from the river

of the sun.

In starlight night my bed

would be on emerald leaves,

the wind rocking me to sleep.

Look not upon me with your judgment;

let my heart wish and don’t condemn.

I know my feet keep me bound to earth.

It is my dreams that give me wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Google Images

Written for New World Creative Union's Wednesday Wake Up Call