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
