With love and a flower

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."  ~ Hans Christian Andersen

Again there is something of a cocoon in the air about you.
Unseen as air itself, yet palpable, as if each breath you take
were a subtle mélange of threads of life and dream - life and dream
as yet enclosed, as they enclose their own form and essence, new.
But somehow, in the briefest of sighs – almost imperceptible, a hint
escaping from a subliminal, secret space of longing and quickly inhaled again
- my own breath catches a prelude of wings, and I smile, holding it in
for just a second… or less than a second… an infinitesimal speck
of time as minute and yet glowing as radiantly as the spark of creation…
and then exhaling it. I marvel at the light, at the first reverberations
of an uncontainable, near metamorphosis already awakening hues that flutter in the sky.
Yes… it is just a breath away… the whole air uncoiling for the beauty, dazzling, of your flight.
And again, I marvel, as I breathe this soaring inevitability, with love, while the flower
naturally blossoms, in the sun.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®