INVERSE

One last wing flutter, Butterfly stuck in syrup is finally free.

It's not new It was always there This little cloud above us Of amor, of attraction. The sun of self doubt Tried to dry it out. The winds of the past Tried to sweep it away. Stubborn little cloud, It stuck quite fast - Building and growing On the heat waves below. Precipitation, Cloud dissolution- Is a constant worry. But don't fret, says Science. This is a system, Not a lone cloud. Where some condense More will build. All that matters Is that you keep alive The flame from below Of conversation & connection.

The music tonight Is a different tune. No more mournful dirges, Only happy tinkly sounds. Cinderella, you've always Danced at these balls With an eye on the clock- Run when midnight falls! Pumpkin carriage and mouse-horses Don't make for fast getaways- Running too hard won't work Cut glass sure impedes pace. Tonight, Cinderella, let go a little. Soak in the music, forget the time. Dance with Prince Charming, Laugh, talk, wine, dine. So stay, Cinderella. No more need you worry. The magic won't end anytime soon, You needn't run home in a hurry.

Have you seen a fallen Angel? Nothing can compare. It's a shell - the opposite Of its ethereal former glory. Twisted, wasted, slow: A recluse dragging itself Through its Punishment Of an existence. Suddenly a spark Ignites its wooden mind, Slowly catches ready tinder With a glowing flame. And then, all at once, Its body flaring ablaze, Hurtles through the sky With unexpected grace. All you can see is Beauty As it travels its fiery path, Can you see the burning shell Reveal the Angel within? Dancing, twirling, Behold its joy As it transforms Once more and sings: A thousand times I will take this, A thousand times this pain, This Fire is a blessing- It makes me whole again.