Beautiful Ruin

queue the lights one more time
so we can all see the perfection
of all the raw edges we want to discard
the beautiful ruin
the flattened copper on the rail
that disappears without the presence
of those we love
kinder because we've been lost and left
from those leaving
we are memory
and night watchers
tree huggers
that never stop believing
the chrysalis that knows how to survive
how to die
like light in a forest, magic of  a firefly
splendorous lilac scented rain drifting in
open bedroom windows
moonlight on old books
the black and white old reels that stain our face
leaves us wishing we were Bogie's girl
but
we trust the darkness that creates the sphere
for a candle's light