Grave Disconnect
I inhale vapors spiced by Aurora’s deep tang and her sweet, rose kiss,
on such nameless mornings all my ghosts combine,
folding into neatly pressed layers of gossamer sheets
offering the refuge of a cocoon before a world that stares.
I stare back…
Deep within the ruins of my crumbling synapses
sleeps a once magnificent theatre, a retired smile generator.
but now on this nameless morning it awakens and starts rolling
a classical favorite, my sacred memories distorted on the big screen:
it was a mosaic yet an orchestra,
honey soaked melodies, the sweetest notes sparkled like gems embedded
in the stained glass wings of butterflies drifting up and down in the wind
like staircase symbols on classical sheet music
And I chased after the music,
pursued the butterflies to the end of the field
only to grasp the remnants of a dissolving symphony.
I inhale the vapors of a nameless morning,
wrapped in the robes of all my ghosts combined,
reflecting on how long until those ghosts leave me
to cross the grave disconnect between me and tinkling butterflies
to stand unblinkingly alongside a world that stares.
I stare back.
Copyright © Ekso Ekso | Year Posted 2016
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