The Stolen Caterpillar

Then came a day in the year of unremembered skies
You drew me a stranger; discernible semicolon
In a sea of cynic symbolism
Starstruck, stole your caterpillar.
Three weeks ; Ones of recluse and hiding
Butterfly flew one day
Away into the bleak sunshine
Her beautiful wet wings cared little
For cocoons she weaved
Feathers of time alight in my imagination
In my morbid denial to pass up cocoons
For all the cracked shells, enchanted flutterings,
On the palette of your indifference.