Chrysalis

I live in the interstitial,
Where ichor bleeds through silk,
Rose petals fall on dark honey,
And the wolf sings to silver trees.

I live in the ephemeral,
When dew soaks cherry blossoms,
Butterflies swing through amber haze
And fronds flutter upon cool earth.

I live in the evanescent,
As the midnight ocean churns,
A peacock's tail flares again,
And cinders crepitate on ancient hearths.