Yamka

Deep in the recess of my soul lies the small butterfly of life
Slowly awakening.. twisting and turning..
trying to break through the silken cocoon. I must be dreaming..

No sound was heard.. no trumpets blared..
as the small plain sheath slowly began to tear.. Am I dreaming?

The colors of the rainbow peeked from the silken cage..
Wings spread then fluttered slowly in the wind.. Oh I can feel the wind on my face.. as I smile in my sleep..

Touching here and there.. free in the air.. she soared
Oblivious to the dangers that lay in wait..
Innocent naive..She continued on her way. Step away they said.. stand on your own they said.. I could hear their voices in my sleep state

A web concealed spun in the night.. awaited her on that last flight
Caught in the sticky stands.. she struggled then stilled... Was I screaming in my sleep? Is that me?

A man approached and seeing her plight.. plucked her from the web and placed her in a cage.. Her freedom stolen in the dawns cool light... Each day she struggled
against the chains that bound...I throw off the furs. as I tossed in my sleep.. Until the darkness came... her wings had been clipped.. as she heard him whisper your mine... Was that my voice saying no... no I am dreaming... I must be

I shot up in my furs.. sweat dripping from my face.... I grabbed my fur and throw it over my shoulder and dart out of the wagon towards the cook fires.. and find something to drink.. maybe just some milk.. no more blackwine before bed for me..

It took me a while to realize I was crying.. as I wiped away the tears and sat on my step..