#WritcoPoemPrompt89
P.S. In ancient Greek, breath means soul. The metaphor of half butterfly and arrow originates from Psyche and Cupid. Moirai is the goddess of fate.

My past
cannot last
in the delusions cast
estranged
but a castle midair
silver lined
polar lights

A fish washed ashore
mouth agape
for breathe
half a butterfly
half alive
barely by
an arrow's hold

Moirai's looms weave
shade and light
interwined
the solace, Helios
hangs on my neck
a broken kite
on his chariot will we ride
© Elvin