Emerging into the light, pausing to let the darkness melt away
Surrounded by a new reality, awash in colors unimagined
Blood, touched by the warmth of the sun surges to parts previously unknown
Bringing awareness, feeling, and wondrous new sensations
Gossamer wings so long folded close, stretch heavenward
The sky beckons to her, Take your rightful place it whispers
A world fresh and new has awaited her emergence, from the first thread
Leaving behind the prison of her chrysalis and the depth of its blackness
A fragrance, new but reminiscent poses the question, could it be?
Is this a remnant from a time before the darkness?
From a birth before the birth, from a world before this world?
Can she know beyond uncertainty where the memory began?
So begins the quest, the search for the wellspring of the vision
An apparition, a creeping shadow, inching leaf to leaf
Amongst lush greenery, a time devoid of flower or nectar.
Bound wingless to the earth, a world defined by gravity
Yet memory is only vapor, today’s reality is all there is
Learning to experience the world with these new senses
To feel this marvelous new experience with a body reborn.
To the see the familiar, no longer familiar, with new eyes.