Blue Butterflies

The butterflies

like echoes of blue

in clear black sky

remember when

they used to shimmer?

Glitter

like the silver patchwork of stars

that used to fill the night?

Before the darkness

burned holes into their wings,

sent them falling,

like broken light

onto our world.

Where they became;

blue dust;

tangible echoes,

fading,

fading,

until nothing remains.