Windows open, to the soul
Pools of green and gold
Spark'ling flashes irredesce
Of secrets yet, untold

Door swung wide, that once was closed
Reveals the heart within
Tender in recieving
Resplendently drawn in

In chrysalis, becoming
A metamorph takes place
Evolving through the spirit
Awakening with grace

Dampened wings, unfurling
Reaching t'ward the sky
Uncertain of their strength as yet
Suspicious, yet, to fly

Yet, each days insight sharper
As light illuminates
Embraced with in the warmth there of
That darkness castigates

Emerging as a flower
Pushed up through the soil
To open to the radiant sun
The blossom routs the toil

For as inception heralds
And the new self now is seen
Still acquiesced by flickers
From pools of gold and green

* though we may be changed by the skin we're in...if you look in the windows, you'd recognize the constant soul....perhaps, the missing piece to your own.....love..k