Dream's Final Truth
The caterpillar enters into
the cocoon stage
hiding from the light
til the time is right
for the butterfly
to emerge and take flight
and dazzled by its beauty
even the winds
stop their howling
and the rocks of the centuries
pause to take note
Is this enough?
It’s not too early or too late to tell
It’s just something the war torn
battered spirits need
to replenish their sinking souls
as hope springs eternal
so too does
the triumph of love
emerge in the face of death—
on the eve of destruction
to lift the deflated prophets
of the dream’s final truth
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