Pieces of future, like seeds

Of a dandelion

Caught in the wind that has once

Been the air beneath a butterfly’s wing


At night, I dream of cocoons

Of feathers fighting to wield a storm

Of grey-furred bears waking up in snow

Of dazzling fireworks melting into the blinking stars

Of car honks wrapped in a horse’s gallop

Of children growing old, their bodies curling up

Turning into wrinkled babies


I dream of time, intertwined

With our heartbeats

Severed at the sound of life ceasing

The infinite ticking, disappears when we

No longer hear


Only listen

To the immense, beautiful silence of

This universe shifting, slowly

The sound of our bodies changing form

The moment when we are everything

When we no longer have to become

But are.

By K.T.



  1. Kim · June 21, 2010

    Thanks for visiting! 🙂

  2. soulintention: signed .............bkm · June 21, 2010

    This is a beautiful piece – a metamorphosis in itself….glad I found you…blessings…bkm

  3. Kim · June 21, 2010

    Thank you! I really appreciate it. 🙂

  4. graceofwynn · June 20, 2010

    This is absoluely breath taking… It really pulls at my heart.. You have incredible talent. 🙂 Lynn

  5. Kim · June 19, 2010

    Thank you! 🙂

  6. slpmartin · June 19, 2010

    Found you last stanza to be quite poignant….you have some fine imagery in the poem…keep it up!

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