Curate, connect, and discover
Butterflies, spinning in celestial delight, over arches
Crumbling and old, divinity longs for the brush of a
Whispering wing. A Darkening sky looms over the cathedral
Of locked bolts, standing tall and stalwart.
Footfalls echo down the hallways of buried thought,
Love lies dreamlessly in a flower wreathed coffin.
A hand gently runs down the jar of forgotten myth,
“Elpis”, the walls softly echo, “You should have
left when you could Have”. The dead roses you
fear are tucked away in the spandrels of memory,
The night is dark and beautiful,
The butterflies linger, will you too?