golden letters
words
softly into butterflies
and the wind
to speak these lessons
of cognition
for confessions

do you shine in laurel
or
are you still a rose

once
like the clouds
driven
by the wind
to find

now

you are the one
to encourage
blossoms and those thorns
into
the flush of even the smallest
arisen chaplets

behind
the horizon

and all your red
has become
a golden
shine