Winter Butterfly

You appear like a ghost from the upper world

With slender fingers, always cold

Your icy gaze is stark in swirling snow

Whimsical souls dwell on your every move

Wings of black eyelash lace

Traveling through time

Fading into the winter

To freeze your youth

Drifting through the corners

Of thrift stores

The dust on record players

Slow down the songs of innocence

You never stay in one place

Wings fluttering in frozen breath

You search for another heart

To steal with your dainty fingers

You belong to a celestial universe

Your beauty is immune to time and space

But your muse is immortal

Ghosting between the lines of poetry