Pulling one into the light

Offering this for myself and for another.

Crystal Wings

I have a butterfly
cut with surest hand
from delicate crystal -
translucent, lilac, tiny.
Nestled in my hand
a thing of beauty
hung in the sunlight
a thing of strength
bending light into colors
violet, indigo, scarlet.
I stand beneath it
and catch the spectrum
holding color in my hand.
I would be a crystal butterfly.
My wings would seek the energy
of creation. My love would bend
its colors to your skin.

vrp - 4/4/2005