Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 30, 2003 Report Share Posted May 30, 2003 (edited) A winter gale screams through my soul A bitter wail escapes from clenched teeth An eerie silence roars through my mind, punctuated by harsh, demonic laughter. A desperate need to flee hangs heavily upon me A darkness so deep that black seems like white engulfs me like a shroud A single beam of light I see in the distance A yearning so intense grips me, pulls me through the void. The shape of a man appears in this flickering gleam of hope He sobs with pain in each spasm of my wounded soul His kind eyes regard me with compassion I long to feel His touch upon my life He reaches out a scarred hand--a hand I helped to hurt. His hand inches closer to my face; I notice something: A single drop of crimson appears in his palm Then a river of life flows out He touches my forehead--I scream Demons screech in furry as they flee the tide The crimson tide is a river of molten love Love surges through my veins, cleansing my soul No longer am I ice; His love melted me A new life source flow through my body The murmur of a babbling brook replaces the squall A sigh of contentment escapes my smiling countenance The voice of a thousand angels fill my mind, leaving me weeping with pure, unrestrained joy White fire has replaced my midnight skies. The man, a stranger once, my Savior now Smiles upon His new creation and holds me I'm embraced in His Love, Warmth and Light A beam of light is waiting for you Your life may be a field of coal But there is a diamond out there A diamond with a pulsing warmth Perhaps you will feel the yearning Perhaps you will feel the need He loves....He yearns...He needs... You need Edited June 12, 2003 by Shadow of the Butterfly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted May 31, 2003 Report Share Posted May 31, 2003 I like this, intensity and all. Really hits the contrast hard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted June 3, 2003 Report Share Posted June 3, 2003 Only one question: is there a word missing here, or am i missing something?? He reaches out a scarred hand--a hand I to hurt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tasslehoff Posted June 5, 2003 Report Share Posted June 5, 2003 I must say, I read over this poem quite quickly but I still grabbed the concept of it, and I trully loved the poem. So much raw emption of love and pain and the needing of another. Way to produce such feelings onto paper, its so hard.. Good Job Senora Butterfly Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gjunon Posted June 5, 2003 Report Share Posted June 5, 2003 hmmm hummm ehhhhh errrrrrrrrr well i liked the poem you did a good job telling how your inner spirit felt nice.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Butterfly Posted June 12, 2003 Author Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 Only one question: is there a word missing here, or am i missing something?? He reaches out a scarred hand--a hand I to hurt. I fixed it. Thanks for pointing it out darlin' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorciere Posted June 13, 2003 Report Share Posted June 13, 2003 Missed this first time round, no idea how, but wow, beautifully written, thank you for sharing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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