Inspired by Here is Where by There Will Be Fireworks.

Roses in adolescent arms,

And leaves upon the shoulders of the breeze

As if an angel’s wings wilt

Onto patched earth,

And a bouquet of raindrops amongst fledgling promises

Shuttered windows,

Three wooden chairs, dust swarming like

Feathers beneath the wind’s command

Upon their scaffolding

If a monster dreams, seldom do they stray

From the company of a voiceless flame

As if stitching together their memories

Into a ribbon wand, to watch

In the gentle maturity of youth,

Like a raindrop’s lesson in falling.

Watercolour skies like a storybook’s pages,

Moons of dust encircling a shaking hand

With apples adrift amongst boats and debris,

And butterflies perched on aching fingertips:

Her gentle sort of chaos

As if in a dream

Like rusting seashells

Yearning for home