Metamorphasis

We lavished our classroom with a silky silence.

It was a majestic orchestra of effort

a climax of vivid creativity.

We shed our comments and opinions like a curtain fall on misplaced masquerades.

Violetta, Salome, Philistia, Flora, daughters all,

and humble captains

placidly roused the dove and hawk

gasping compliments and vigorous blessings

urging the enchantment of revival.

Descending into the murky reflection

we conjured our passions

by deciphering words

observing details clearly

pondering the majesty of intuition.

transforming our fates,

cradled in peace

free as birds.