Music: Laura Tesdorpf
Out of the Chrysalis
Forgotten were my wings and how to soar,
To disembark my boat when run ashore.
I held onto my mask until it tore,
Still binding me to who I am no more.
Days darker than the night grew darker still,
More distant, lightless, blank with every loss.
All outer cold long numbed by inner chill.
My world a howling void no spell could fill,
A moving line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
I paid no heed to hear my heart’s demands,
Trapped in the past, by force, by fear, – by choice?
That which allures becoming that which bans.
I held discarded strings in shackled hands. –
Unknowingly, you freed them with your voice:
Yet unheard sweetness sang of dreamers’ lands…
Heart open wide, your soul lay on your tongue,
Gave life to dreams undared and hopes unsung.
No longer was my heart devoid and pale
Or took for truth what merely was a veil.
From dark that knew no light a flame had sprung.
Lighting the dark with your own light to see,
You walk beside, yet not my path for me.
Hand on my shoulder. Silence. Words so true.
My painted wings grow feathers, breaking free.
Your every word rings with a certainty:
Come dark or dawn, or light – I’ll stand with you.
Strange how your voice does feel so much like home,
A multitude where once was monochrome.
The narrow dark expands to stars and space,
The wall torn down that held us two apart.
Here, finally we’re standing face to face.
And now, oh, now I see: You’re my own heart.
Forever
Inextricable.