Imagine Me With Wings

Imagine me with wings floating listlessly on the breeze would you encapsulate me? With songs or cages would you allow my wings to ensconce me ever forward and be forever free, or would you like a neglectful child imprison me only to forget me completely therefore before you desire me, worship me from afar, for I am an-unsolved-mystery and one you must not cocoon in your heart. The pendant that drives the elusive wind moves both ways; and when it rests does so steadily towards the middle. Such is the flight of butterflies, such is the movement of love, the song of the flower, the bud which encapsulates its blossoming hour.