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

[Neville]

I thoroughly enjoyed this write of yours C Froman from one end to the other it was strung together superbly. Great stuff.....N

[An owl on the moon]

So thankful for you thoughts and encouragement, Neville.

[Neville]

My pleasure entirely my fine literary friend...........N

[V]

I like your word choices very much and found some great lines in this one. I also adore the title, Portuguese, I don't speak this language yet understand parts of it because I used to know Spanish quite well.. Even wrote poems in Spanish once... I love languages in general... whatever, beautiful title and poem.
And great quote.

[An owl on the moon]

Vanessa, so thankful to see you by again and for your kind words! And glad you like the title as well. Was in Portugal just about two years ago, and it left a legacy in me. Would love to read your poems in Spanish! I know so little, but carry my Pablo Neruda book everywhere I go. :)

[V]

I have lost a lot of vocab too, sadly but slowly working on getting better again, regaining everything. When you know basic Spanish, it's not that difficult to understand Portuguese, I got to know. I like Neruda too, also Garcia Lorca or novels by Marquez...too many good writers to read in this world. You're welcome. I don't have the Spanish poems anymore they were victims of my purging attitude I exert on a lot of my writings... When I change my mind, my view on my writings changes too and I cannot identify myself with them anymore, so I get rid of them... Yet someone really nice told me to overthink this attitude and now I keep more than before...