A Man Cocooned

The aftermath a Deceptive Spider in my life brought me.

 It's not repugnance,
flowers had bloomed,
illustrious,
vibrant,
my eyes found grace.

 Twas foolish belief,
a presence adorned,
like summer rays,
reflecting on crystal waters,
my heart was unsheathed.

 Consequence struck,
these clear springs
no longer reflect verdure,
summer to fall knowingly,
my wintered heart returned.

 Time's coarse fingers,
ambiguous in design,
bestowed upon me a blessing,
this smiling face,
that voice once mine.

 Your explanation invalid,
our once intrepid love
has passed leaving sunlight,
for inside this questionable man,
a cocooned butterfly now born.

Author's Note

To grasp the emotion here you will have to read "The Deceptive Spider" as this poem is the aftermath. If she hadn't damaged me so, could I have come about this happiness.

Reviews

[Star Shaped Heart]

i hope i turn into the butterfly too...