Change

A dormant cocoon,

Wrapped tightly,

Ugly and stagnant,

Is never a prelude

For what is to come.

It flutters inside.

A beautiful metamorphosis.

It breaks free,

Full of color and vibrance.

It flies away

To catch the eye

Of it's next beholder.

(Millinium/2000)

Wind

The bitter winds bite my soul and my spirit, and yet...

I crave it.

I yearn for it.

It nips at my nose

In the cold of winter, but...

I never forget how it felt

Blowing across my face

On a hot summer day,

Whispering through my hair,

Making me quiver and tremble

Like I've never before, and yet...

I fear that winter will rear its ugly head

And strike again.

(Memories of Tomorrow/2000)