Sic transit...

Smoke dust hues of moth's wings
battering the air in silent flight
haunting the night's stillness
with crazed wanderings
meandering across the imagination
with zig-zag purpose
called by the false light
to death's fatal embrace.

Fluttering fragility in iridescent hue
Hovering in sunbeams
Sipping the nectar of Elysian fields
the butterfly of life
shedding scales of beauty
catches at the soul's eye
with vision of God's face

Torn between light and shade
tortuous paths of frustrated longing
leading but to heart's despair
are straightened by the pain
of love's desires caressing
the wounds of life's journey
with the healing balm
of hopes shared