O ye ends of the Earth
Thou art asleep in thy mortality,
And, thy temporal Slumber
Has been long
Inside those flesh cocoons.
Awaken unto me
Ye souls of Oliblish and Enish-go-on-dosh,
That thy faith and good works
Might hasten thy emergence
Into the light,
And, that I might sit
Once again in sweet meadows
With butterflies.
6-12-06
~~~ Leaven ~~~
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-14/
