Wings Across Time

Looking back through memory’s halls,

At the fragments on its walls.

Moments clipped like butterflies,

Preserved in amber for our eyes.

Some frames golden, flanked in light,

Happy times etched soft and bright.

First brave steps, triumphs hard won,

Laughter shared under beaming sun.

Yet some hold melancholy in their hue,

Where sorrow’s stain seeps through.

Goodbyes said, doors closed tight,

Before their time, faded light.

Butterflies’ wings so delicate, so thin,

Capturing what has been.

Fleeting joys, loss still aches,

Memory holds what time takes.

Yet look deeper at their impression,

Pinned up in our mind’s collection.

Wings may fade but still they matter,

Fluttering spirits emblazoned with life’s patter.

Each one flipped through lets us move forward,

Wiser from views afforded.

Memories guide in their tattered flight,

Wings that traverse dark and light.

So walk gently through these corridors,

Greet each snapshot opened door.

Cherish faded wings and bright,

Feel their brush in present light.