the dark thoughts
of a darker time-   the dark paradise, where everything goes wrong.
the greater amalgomation of and
in an ego of its own work
to traverse to a heaven of having in love.
but every feeling passes, adapts,
if you will it to be.
melds, morphs, evolves, like
a butterfly spreading her wings,
let go with the evanescent
breeze,
and find yourself soaring
with its stream,
weightless, powerless-
yet powerful-, cheerful.
as without you,
what is the wind, but nothing
but?
and what is a caterpillar, but born to fly?

the dearest wisdoms, to hold so close to the heart.