Thursday, May 24, 2012

golden butterfly wings


golden butterfly wings
alight delicately on cheeks
unsmudged by tears.





fingers nimble--
minds at rest,
hearts quiet.





the loom snaps out and back,
the little mouse races across,
wheels whirr, bob comically, whirr once more.





a dark beast
casts its shadow
on the rainbown fabric.





a sad tale
is written in each thread
of each tapestry.





a hope shines in each candle,
each window opens to the sun.





Yangon, May 2012.