Ruins Of Beautiful Things

Walls covered in vines.
Green, mingling between
Red cracks of brick
And crawling up toward
Rough, tan slates.
Bending in through old
Windows,
Peaking at the faded murals
Inside as the sun brightens them
Through the crumbling ceiling.

Sand finds it's way from the beach
To meet the splintered mosaic
And wanders all throughout
The structure.
Visiting the baths and
Gracing the pumps.
Flooding corridors and
Serving for temporary markers,
The prints of tiny explorers seeking
Shade from the harshness of outside.

Small blooms gather in
Exposed ground,
Under the skys light that'd
Seeped into the place
Always.
Reds and blues and the most beautiful shades
Pink.
All circled in a ring of yellowed petals.