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