The Frog Prince by Neal A. Ledesma
October 19, 2009 8:56pm CST
I swam naked among the clouds . . .and drowned. Now all you see is a shadow, . . .of what I had been, More ethereal, More of Lazarus kin. Whose Dreams fullfill, . . .my vision sense. Embracing the movements of a carp, and it's regal grace, As if comparing, My ignoble leaps and clumsy bounds, Reaching heights and then again, Return to my watery grave. Never-ending, Unceasing, Unknowing my Princely state, 'til your kiss awaken me at Heaven's Gate.