Once I knew the steps,
Of a mad, mad dance
Whirling 'round.
Once I knew the silver ringing,
Of joyous laughter,
An utterly perfect sound.
Once I knew the course,
Of the stars, the moon,
The distance of a raven's flight.
Once I knew the flicker,
Of a glow, deep and hidden,
Far from sight.
Once I felt a pulse,
Of a steady, beating drum,
Now faded and tremulous,
The murmur of a mouse's hum.
Once I was a dreamer,
Wings bright and strong and young,
Ice has stolen the warmth,
Leaving my soul cloaked and numb.
Once I held a well of words,
Quick and cunning and bladed.
Over stones and pages,
They flowed, now aged and faded.
Once upon a time....
It began.
A ripple falling, spiraling out.
An inner voice, my whispered doubt.
Once upon a time...
I took a chance,
Gave a dark butterfly,
A second glance.
Once upon a time...
I begin anew.
A single step at a time.
Know the rhythm, feel the rhyme.
Butterfly Writer...Fragile wings spread for the first time...
