Friday, 18 September 2009


In mirrors, bare I have danced
I’ve searched my soul
I’ve been entranced
I’ve burned and died
In raging fire
I’ve lost myself
In all desire
And through all this
I have found
My feet still walk
On hallowed ground
My heart still beats
My eyes still weep
I’m unafraid to search down deep
A chrysallis in her cocoon
A butterfly emerging soon
Will rest her wings in summer sun
And bless the new life
That’s begun

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