Rapture

He remembers… A hopeless romantic The laughter, dancing amongst fireflies So effortless Like whimsical butterfly wings on a summer’s day Fluttering towards An ageless flower-child with coconut breathe He sits pondering the sanity, of a world within a world Where the impossible was possible Caught up in the rapture of what once was A delicate flower trapped, squashed beneath the cold, uninvited truth His words hath become his chains Dragging him down to the abyss of consequence Where he must remain. Until The next full moon….