The caterpillar enters into

             the cocoon stage

      hiding from the light


    til the time is right

         for the butterfly

   to emerge and take flight


and dazzled by its beauty

          even the winds

      stop their howling

and the rocks of the centuries

         pause to take note


Is this enough?

It’s not too early or too late to tell


It’s just something the war torn

        battered spirits need

    to replenish their sinking souls


as hope springs eternal

     so too does

the triumph of love

         emerge in the face of death—

    on the eve of destruction


to lift the deflated prophets

       of the dream’s final truth



allets's picture

"Over and over again ma friend

I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction." I seems like we are sometimes though - : (



georgeschaefer's picture

we shall overcome

we shall overcome