In our slumber,

We shed the chrysalis.

Our dreams rise

As dawn’s light

From the wellspring

Of our hearts.

Tender, young, transitory visions

Lapsing into morning sun

As though the breeze

Carries them away

Before we capture the drift

Of these souls’ stories,

Gliding away in colors

Cast in sacred shapes and designs.

 

© 2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image “Butterfly Dreams” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog