The Butterfly of Nostalgia

Underneath the busyness,

There lies Sentiment,

Whilst the Sheep flock aimlessly together,

Nostalgia remains asleep,

Unearthed.

The only sound that awakens this Hidden Treasure,

Absolute Silence.

It slumbers during haste.

It Awakens and Spreads its Beautifully Delicate Wings during Solace.

The Butterfly of Nostalgia,

The Deep, Blue colour of Remembrance.

Transforming the Heart into a sailor chartering familiar seas.

Unable to catch the fish of the past.

Catching mere flashes of silver and white darting in the endless blue.

The past teases and evades her, offering only unsatisfactory glimpses.