Chrysalis

I emerge from the cave.
Tender fingertips touching the sun, 
Angry light glinting off teary eyes,
A belt slashed through the night
A gleaming bruise in morning light. 

I crawl in the meadow.
Gentle dancing in zephyrous spring, 
Of bees and birds and those who sing, 
Of all wild things in ancient whispers,
And all that grows over distant dreams.

I walk through the city.
Forged from ash and glinting steel,
Redolent of cinnamon and cloves,
Beaded sweat on sun-dark skin
Rough as leather yet fine as silk. 

I stumble into the sky. 
Starlight drips into empty space,
Taking its secrets into the void,
As their color bleeds away,
Purple is first to fade to black.