Elusive Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Indigo bunting - beautiful bird on the screen -
like a frozen dream, indicative of unreachable things,
wishes and fairy tales of happiness, unique
architectures of my own desires on elemental canvas.

Does it matter? Does it matter?
Does it matter if the world is ending soon?
Your personal sphere of influence, your little bubble
will burst, and no trace will remain.

Or perhaps the faintest trace of pain
collected in simplistic verse,
dark spots in a bright universe,
wormholes burrowing through to a hidden truth.