Winged Garden of Grace

With black bodice features

She burrows through peat

Amidst humble creatures

Oft’ crushed beneath feet

She’ll become a winged garden

Eyes, blind to behold

Her future, yet hidden

Daydreams to unfold

Tears fall from Grace

Feast of leaves; her last bite

Spring winds wipe her face

While she spins her silk kite

She places her life

Into Destiny’s hands

Without fighting or strife

Trusts her creator’s plan

Grace falls to sleep

Charis’ chrysalis tomb

Slow to gold dust, she seeps;

Born of wings, waxed en womb

Sun wakes her, unshelled

Stunning brilliance of light

Grace falls, unveiled

To her garden in flight

Gold rays ’luminate

Woven colors, divine

Nectar dreams, she creates

Sugar sips from the vine

Grace falls on me

Flutters hope, soul aloft

When her beauty I see

Whilst her former self’s lost