Stolen from chester maynes

Something Beautiful
by chester maynes

A ghost, a butterfly,
a dead memory that haunts
today and tonight.

A gossip, a sensation,
a myth that turns everyone
into believing.

A pill, a slumber,
a nightmare that interrupts
the sleepers.

A time, a hand,
a fall from above that pulls
by the gravity.

A drift, a planet,
a theory that sums up all
what we are.

A frame, a picturesque,
a constant journey that leaves
something beautiful.

Something borrowed by pueriles

A ghost, a spirit aflutter,
The past that haunts,
Lingers today and forever

A story, a myth—
Legend that turns all
Into the faithful

A pill, my drug,
A lie that tumbles
And screams

Time, at hand,
Counting down,
Weighed down by gravity

Adrift, in yon star,
The science that calculates
The sum of us all

A frame,
The picturesque reminder
Of the journey to come,
A future of something borrowed

thanks to chester maynes for graciously letting me abscond with his work!

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