The Chrysalis

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,

I'm feeling for the air;

A dim capacity for wings

Degrades the dress I wear.

 

A power of butterfly must be

The aptitude to fly,

Meadows of majesty concedes

And easy sweeps of sky.

 

So I must baffle at the hint

And cipher at the sign,

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clew divine.

 

 

~ Emily Dickinson ~

Done