Death By Virtue

They say I’m made of carbon
Among other earthy elements
I breathe, therefore I am, it seems
Fire and water seep through the sediment

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

We lie beneath the willow tree
Your beauty steals my breath away
The incense of your skin, your hair, your sleeve
The moment spins in disarray

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

There is no sense or solace in goodbye
My essence shudders, refuses to concede
Magma rises, spilling from my eyes
Trust nor hope nor love stand guaranteed

The afterglow of embers deep
Fanned by Venus as she weeps
Signifies my soul’s release
Death by Virtue slow and sweet

One Early Summer Eve

You alighted on my shoulder
One early summer eve
Butterfly of significance
Creature of motifs

Your court you held with open wings
Meeting my eye with ease
Butterfly of prerogative
Master of prestige

The moment lasted just long enough
Then you must be on your way
Butterfly of destiny
Ambassador of faraway

The lowly on the food chain
Journey a thousand miles
Butterfly of humility
Sister to the skies