Virgin Angel Butterfly Wings Poem by David Lacey

A call upon the line manifests itself into a movement of emotion swift.
Leave me here to drift I’m happy enough within the circle.
As rifts form a chasm of unfolding the story untold, as we stride once more
Bold into the headlights, growing old beneath the streetlight, I await
Still the coming of a confidence strong enough to roll the words out
From upon my tongue, since I was young they hath haunted me; the demons
Of insecurity and now I know how to show the world that I can do so much
More than lie placid by the fireplace curled. Out of our shells we form as
Virgin angel butterfly wings. Sing Summer Sing, Oh what love it is you bring.
Ring bells ring, Oh what sounds of Joy you bring to the fool upon the hill
Toying with his perception of those upon the ground. He’s waiting there still
Lost unsound of reason. Where can he turn as the yoke mid-graze spellbinds
His conduct, leaving him subject to the music of the spheres? Where is his to turn?
Where is he to hide his tears as he runs shedding fears as snake skins upon a whim?
Sing Love sing, inspire as my muse. Sing Muse your words of wisdom, bring Love
Light from beyond the void of the chasm calling, the abyss is beckoning upon us to fall.
As the tears of angels plummet in unison beating upon the ground in an act of fusion,
They sink into their mothers cheek as still my knees grow weak at the sound of their
Fanfare parading.