Memories

The heart it beats
Like the beating wings of a butterfly
Delicate and intricate
And oh so many colours

The sun will shine
And the beauty will reflect on those around
But one false move and down it crumbles
Crashing, failing, falling to the ground
Who dare destroy such beauty?
Who dare destroy such loveliness?
But there it lay like a limp wet leaf
Without the power to elevate it from the ground
There it will stay until it turns to moss and waste
The strength to rise and shine is gone
The strength to show the world its beauty gone

A sudden change and everything stops
The world is now a different place
No light does shine
No beauty emits
And now a colder place stands there
Where once a proud and beaming butterfly did graze
Unlike the heart the butterfly just sits and turns to waste
Were the heart it bears its scars for yet a longer day
The scars they flutter throughout our time like paper in the wind
Only to stay and mar our world with bitterness and grey
The world will never be the same
And like the butterfly we too will go to waste as the heart it slowly dies with scars and wounds so deep untold and shame so unseen
Its wings have furled away from sight for yet another time
Upon which we shall maybe hope and pray the beauty once again will be told amongst the light of gold