Chrysalis Dreaming

Stained-glass Wings in Sunlight Poesy

Mine are the dreamings
Of cocooned Caterpillar.
Deep sleeping silent sarcophagus.
Chrysalis clinging desperately to life.
Stained-glass wings glimmering
Unending variously and brightly
Coloured Ecstasies by the light
Of his minds eyes.
Slumbering sun.
Soon to awaken.
See that creature eyeing 
The ornamental asylum
To satiate it’s unchecked rapacity?
What do dreams taste
Like to the digestive machine
Of death?