This cacoon is now ripe, My new wings prepared,



A new path awaits me… i musn’t be scared.





When we met we were "Children"….my how we’ve grown…
together and seperate, in heart and in soul.

Goodbye my love, my forever good friend.
I am ready to grow, this chapter must end.





Like a beautiful baby, our love was brand new,
As baby’s breath freshens…, I felt that with you.





It was like a dream, as if god sped his love,
Your presence was "heaven",
your grace like a dove.





Then somehow it faded.
The lights, ….the grew dim.
The cubbord was empty!
just rotting within!




Our box was found empty,
with nothing to take!
precana had warned us,
Our Biggest Mistake!





As time moves us forward,
our wounds start to heal…
Our hope and our dream
was just fantacy….not real.