A Sutra Of Impermanence Poem by Ayni Poet

Butterflies leave their artful vitrail coat
Wherever they filmy touched,
The ivory beach inhales the last warmth
And percolates into the onyx late sunset,
A demon fades into its own desolation,
Ether does not hold forever letters and stanzas,
A poet's ink and feather elude his voice,
Cherished possessions serve less and less
Attraction is temporary,
Virtues are provisional,
Wings freeze,
Thought dries,
Everything is a sutra of impermanence,
Meant to be a memory.