Tuesday, November 17, 1992

Coal

You promise Me the Future:
borne of Silk, a Chrysalis
a Fragment of the Darkness
caught by the Web of Night

find Me when the Butterfly
of Steel and Stone emerges
come back when I may touch
and You would know who saw
Promise of the Son in You.

You promise Me the Future;
with Time, and Effort, You
would be a Thing of Beauty

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