The Beauty of Time (A Poem)

dead-lily-photo

The gilded cage of a withered lily

Shines brightly in the rays of the moon

Orpheus descends upon the scene

Eyeing with discernment

Its once held beauty

A petal drops noiselessly to the floor

Heard only by the ghosts of the ancient hall

As another day dawns

The remnants are swept away by the wind

We are here today

Gone tomorrow

But our beauty remains forever

In the memories of the faded past

© Bolan-Beaty Boogie

October 10, 2016

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