Sonhos de Crisalida

The world is sleeping

Slumbering still

With eyes closed

Minds racing in madness

As if a caterpillar in a chrysalis dream

Somewhere between crawling and fluttering

Somewhere undisclosed

Dark threads encapsulating us

Vibrations of light just beyond our grasp

Wondering

Wondering if our instincts can be trusted

Wishing we knew what the darkness had in store

The wings were only visions

Only wishes

But they grow stronger

When we release the cords of earth

When we are no longer bound to reputation

Bound by constructs of the world

When will we awaken?

When will our wings be illuminated

And the third eye opened?

Listen

Listen to the threads snapping

To the screams of our prison

Breaking apart

There is no more time to crawl

Only time to stretch our wings

And find this home that has haunted us

All our days

Time to fly fierce into the heavens

Author's Note

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
― Rumi

Reviews

[Miss Owl]

A breathtaking poem of wonder and hope. We all hope to one day to have such freedom but so few ever achieve it. Instead they stand flat footed on earth and bicker and kill and bicker. An impressive poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, dear Miss Owl. May we learn to shake off the earth and rise on our wings. Such joy there would be.

[Miss Owl]

You're welcome. Such joy would be wonderful beyond understanding.

[Valentine]

For some, breaking from that mental prison that holds them is the hardest. Many are non trusting of a good thing when it is offered, like love. Valentine

[An owl on the moon]

How I appreciate you stopping to read my words. And it's so true, dear poet... May hearts open to the loving beauty all around them.

[Maria12]

Brilliant composition and unlike most poetry I have read.

[An owl on the moon]

This came from the hidden places of me. Thank you dear poet.

[Maria12]

Isn't it wonderful when some other soul seems to write through our hand? I see you like Pablo Neruda so that is an indication of your talent and the way your mind works

[An owl on the moon]

I am more than honored, dear Mary. My book of Neruda never leaves my side. :)

[Maria12]

I am moved by that

[1VJ]

Gorgeous, simply gorgeous! This is fierce poetry.

[An owl on the moon]

So glad to see you by again, dear Paloma. :)

[1VJ]

The pleasure was all mine, glad I didn't miss this one. :)

[Karmee]

Such a wonderful write, love the imagery and detail.
That picture is pretty cool.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, dear poet.

[Ardra]

There is no more time to crawl
Only time to stretch our wings
And find this home that has haunted us
All our days
Time to fly fierce into the heavens

:) .... your hands weave magic do you know that... always you find a way to stir the soul with your magical wand... if hogwards had a position open for professors yours would have been the Divination branch.. mmm love the idea of you teaching magic... hehe you would find me in all your classes..

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear Ria, it would be a wondrous honor to be a Professor of Divination under Dumbledore. Thank you for your enchanted words. May they form wings for you. :)

[Priscilla Sousa]

Meu amigo, this is wonderful! I loved this poem and I'm glad to have you as a friend! Your soul is so precious! Um grande abraço da tua amiga, Prisca.

[An owl on the moon]

Você é um querido. Priscila! Mas o meu Português ainda é tão mau! Obrigado por sempre me incentivando, amiga preciosa. Abraços! :)

[Adam Adams]

love makes us all free... perhaps, it certainly sets us all up as well. that's all what i get from ur work. very deep imagery u come up with.

[An owl on the moon]

Love is truly a miracle, a magic, my friend. Thank you so much for your thoughts on my poetry.