Metamorphosis

Your soft wings enfolded
the rhythm of my beating heart

"Don't move," you whispered,
". . . just let me hold your broken soul."

I surrendered.

Like water beading,
my melted psyche
pooled
at your feet.

"Now, sleep my precious,
            my jewel . . .
Slumber on into oblivion."

And I did.

Like a dream,
colors in soft, muted grays
I saw you moving,
working around my image,
Those gentle
hands against
my back . . .

Without anything,
I awoke to the the depths
of solitude standing.

In a cat-like stretch,
I felt it then . . .

A rainbow translucence
melded into
my shoulders . . .

This shattered soul,
now whole,
complete,
and transformed
into these beautiful wings . . .