Gossamer Wings of Brutality

5/15/97

Gliding along the wind 
screaming in infinity of life and abandon
the sweet solitude to life glistens
along the gossamer wings of brutality, 
coursing through the unknown, 
the uncharted domains of  
a world gone mad with 
its chaotic winds and brilliant lights 
and the killing beaks of birds
and the dooming nets of people.

Freedom's essence fills delicate veins
as the flitting jewel cascades amongst the flowers, 
sweetly competing against dewdrops,
racing to the ground, 
drinking moisture's handiwork
from the soft leafy greens.

To the sky again, smacking satisfied lips, 
searching for visions of creation.

The quiet approach delights the vision 
of a quiet woman who sighs with delight
as the polite insect makes its way amongst 
newly grown pollens and nectar,
inching closer with each passing taste, 
only to evade an outstretched hand.

She smiles in patient awareness,
until her outstretched palm feels
the tiny tickles of the beautiful monarch, 
pumping its wings in a steady rhythm, 
partly to ready its escape, 
partly to mesmerize its prey.

Slowly the wings modify in color,
mirroring the psychedelia of chaos,
settling upon a duplicating rendition 
of the soft, watchful eyes.

Glimpsing away in disbelief,
her trembling hand forces away the beast, 
chastising her as it climbs higher into the sky, 
disappearing into some grasping tree.

The wind whispers through her soft hair 
acknowledging the wonder and cruelty
and the soft subtle reminders of beauty.