..White Butterflies Are Black Reminders Poem by Not Long Left

Caught up in summers
consuming heat,
we waltzed to the rhythms of our past.
Feet fell upon feet.
Thoughts upon thoughts
until we met in perfect time.
Worlds continued to whirl
yet we stood frozen
central to it all,
staring into each others white wonder.

There she sat
Toes swirling in lazy summer'd circles
as icy streams of water
trickled unhurriedly over her pale feet

A tree or two away
Seven stern oak arms up
A face,
young and untroubled
stared out into the disolving distance
Fingers held high,
erasing the cities smog
It smiled a felt smile.

As music melted into silence
white worlds darkned
Feet and faces faded
into dreary daylight
Our eyes broke away
Twined thoughts seperated,
and were born elswhere
As a moon- white butterfly
darted in and out of the now stained sky.