A dream is a butterfly
With glittery rainbow wings
Fluttering carefree about the garden
On a sunny day in spring.
Soaring high with promise,
Dipping with enticing possibility,
Teasing me with expectations,
Brushing my cheek without apology.
Alighting upon the flower of desire –
Suckling the nectar, deep within my soul –
Then fluttering playfully about,
As if my peace she had not stole.
When I try to catch her,
Gently in my hand,
She alludes my hopeful grasp
Fluttering back to heaven again.