Sleep, I must sleep, the caterpillar yawns,
Spinning into his warm cocoon,
Spinning into a dreamless comforting slumber,
Spinning into the death of form,
Awakening from the chrysalis reborn.
In chrysalis transforming,
Butterfly set free.
Sadness fills my soul.
Little deaths foretell new life,
Dark brings light to dawn.
Lost in shadow land
Light and darkness madly dance,
Stumbling I follow.
Dense dark clouds disperse,
Chased by winds across the sky,
Words flourish softly,
Flowing rich from the deep source,
Flowering blood red now.
Hunger grows within
Silence growling to be heard