*This poem used to be entitled "The Butterfly," but I decided to change the name, rewrite it for a better flow and add more lines. It is more of a stream of consciousness poem, like a dream state. It was posted in December, so I am sure that everyone forgets it already and it was orginally posted in Dark Passions. Please give me your opinions on the final copy.
If only I could know how it felt to stand before my
bedroom window, touch my hand to the inviting
glass, and leave this caterpillar body.
If only I could fulfil my heart's desire to escape
this sickly skin, for emptiness and ugliness to
seep out of my tired veins to be replaced by
beauty and ecstasy,
To delight in the enchantment of spreading my
splendourous wings for the first time, to fly
beneath the heavens, to be careless, to soar.
If only I knew how it felt to hear the first
morning song of the lustrous red-breasted robin,
nestled in the trees, like a musicbox playing a
passionate melody in my newborn ears.
If only I could know how it felt to suckle
on the dew from the white breast of a
rose, flowing like liquid poetry upon
To be lured by the sweet, exotic fragrance of a
peach stained blossom, feeling it's silky layers
engulf me in it's everlasting love,
To embrace the magnificence of feeling magnolia
leaves gently caressing my glorious wings, like
God's fingertips to the golden strings of a harp,
brushing softly against the palette of my
If only I could feel the mist of the cloud's tears,
trickling down from the deep blue sky to dance
across my face.
If only I knew how it would feel for my slender
body to marinate in the wide open air - to glide,
To be greeted by the warmth of the crimson yellow
sun and by the chill of the wind, penetrating
my long spine,
To ingest the crispness of the autumn air above the
clouds, grand and marvelous the rapture,
And to flutter in wonder over the rich turquoise
waters and through ardent fields of emerald,
vivid beyond imagination, rejuvenating my once
If only I could journey to the ends of the earth to
find glory and peace, forevermore, where pain
and sorrow and lonliness no longer exist.
I wish I could know how it would feel to digest
If only I knew how it felt to finally be free,
ever graceful, as a butterfly.
By Melissa Honeybee
[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 05-22-2000).]