delicate silk
shredded on my 
roughened fingertips

ethereal cobwebs
shimmer with dew
rent with a touch

angelic dust on
butterfly wings

such untouchable things

fingerprints leave
death in their wake

flight stole
death quake

love gentle wings
a gosamer touch
spring soon unburden
the vision too much

fall to my knees
reach to the sky
God softens rough hands
and opens my eyes

sprinkle with dust
sprout butterfly wing
i become and untouchable thing

transform me
with butterfly wings

truth it sounds
eloquent rings
ancient voice
clarity

sounds dirges
sound fragile things
hear my heart sing
butterfly wings

Sherry Gilles ©1998 May 25