Somewhere deep in the heart doth lie, <br />a beautiful, untainted butterfly, <br />and though shrouded in cobwebs he may be, <br />Come out as the truth he will eventually. <br /> <br />Or in the coccoon this dream was thought, <br />a lovely little epitaph for what some sought, <br />moth after moth was seen outside, <br />as with the dirt is the butterfly made the bride. <br /> <br />Orifice for speaking is born in shadow, <br />lovely, with words to calm the marrow, <br />chills in the bones for the time ignored, <br />massive, moths adhered to are not abhorred, <br /> <br />For throughout the ages leaving a legacy, <br />the moth stands in for the butterfly's plea....<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moth-or-a-butterfly/
