Chrysalism

The whispers of wisdom dance in the curtain spread

Murmurs of angel wings

Constant against the beat of time

Familiar mire swirls in the morning dew

Fresh from the paralyzing treks from worlds unknown to the new dawns day

Diamonds glimmer in glimpses of the ex lives checked upon re-entry

Comfort creatures hide in plain sight, but out of mind

Musings of the future that have been done, and done fleet on the wings of exiting pidgeons

Flight unknown as the neck ties and coast lines we imagined for ourselves flume into confetti 

As the children held hands and jumped into the unknown

Pillars, and spires climb the heights and mine the depths of the souls we always knew we had.

Dying lanterns wait for rescue knowing we were never missed this entire time

The edge of summers, vacations in limbo never planned for viewing

We saved our money for nothing

Pour the salt

Erase our footprints

We were never written into the screenplay

Crosswords mention the scribbles, and ideas we were

Tombs for no one we walk the rocks and fog

Meaningless as children drown in rivers at night

Dreams that dream in the vacuum of hope that will never brew

Whispers of diamonds in heavy windows

Pour the salt

We are never here