Butterflies
they land on grinning Roses
Drowning in Rivers of lines
once more vanishing in time

A brace missing
such a familiar flight
Soaring bliss-filled routes
Resisting inevitable strife

Clockwise thither
towards the final part
Colours gradually dull
grasping through silence so far

Dead-on 
fading in the dead of night
Shivering wings & petals
white-knuckled tight

Persuasions
echoing in space
lingering inbetween
reasons not to fade