Etude #3: The Methamorphosis

I am still here, in my cocoon.  I still hybernate, and on the outside it must look like nothing is going on.  Is there anyone outside aware of those changes that are occuring inside this cobweb shell?  Ages must have passed...  Maybe, there's noone out there to care?  But why do I care if there's anyone?  I do not feel that weak anymore.  I had used up all the time that I had stolen.  I wonder, if there, outside, is left some more of it?  Just a little bit more...  For I still need to find out several things.

The cobweb tears with no sound.  Lit by the light I am almost blind, but as the time covers me all around, I gain my sight back. There is no
diamonds, though.  No darkness either.  There is noone greeting me.  There are no loving eyes looking at me, no caring hands that I imagined...  Only a wind, it must be the wind.  It catches me and spins in circles, and I surrender.  It feels so easy to be carried. 

I realize that the wind is gone, bur I am still spinning in circles.  The wings.  My own wings are carrying me.  Strong, beautiful and timeless wings are beating the rhythm of life.