The butterflies which flew upon the breath
Of memories awoken by the Sun
‘pon gentle breezes rose unto their death
And chose the blessed Earth to fall upon
The fluttering of wings seemed endless till
The moment when their glistening scales would hide
With falling clouds their rendered vision filled
The final fading shadows of the sky
Then swift, the rain of wings would have consumed
Us all, to cede us up to ghosts before
Our solitude is giv’n and so subsumed
By fluttering cadences become a roar
Oh hear the winds bemoan us in their flight
For Icarus would weep for us this night
