Although your cocoon
is dark
and the sun is far away,
Although the wait
is long
and the time drags on
Although the delay
seems endless
and the quiet dark
of the changing seaason
forever
Yet in the misty dark
aloneness
beats a promise
the golden glow of wings
In your haste
for warm air
fragrant musical breezes
and delicate beauty
Don't venture
a broken wing
in your struggle
to be born
Instead give yourself
the fulness
of time
for your graceful wings
to unfold
and dry in the
Sun's rays
Wait for the promise
of wings
to come to you
December 19,1995
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