Fear clings to flesh as dew clings to a rose, <br />Eyes like shutters slowly open then swiftly close. <br />The view of reality thus only prolong, <br />As if their hiding will end their song. <br />Blind eyes half shut as if to wonder, <br />What dreams they see far down under. <br />The breath of wind caress a caterpillar's dream, <br />Inspiring hope and thread for tomorrow's seams. <br />Eyes will open wide and grasp destiny, <br />Attack the fear and thwart the ongoing mutiny. <br />Fear vanquished and the great onslaught of pride, <br />Strung up to the cross and crucified. <br />Cocoons of time sow gifts of wings to give flight, <br />Blessed with the presence of a rose's kiss good night.<br /><br />Arthor Journer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-caterpillar-s-dream/
