Words...

time has gone by
the seasons have turned more than once
like a never ending clock

I spend days 
away....
in a cocoon
woven from memories pictures dates pain
mostly pain

words that cut deep 
and the deeper it cut the thicker the walls
tears that finally laid me to rest

its been years now
where all had been said done
and after the great fall

its been years
of preparing my wings
picking out the right color
the bright shimmers
 the length

its been years
five
then ...
Octobers
Aprils
and now Decembers

its been years
and now
the metamorphosis begins......