Chasing Butterflies
I love the sight
A child chasing a butterfly
fingers fluttering
wings out of grasp
I want to chase butterflies
A woman skipping, butterfly in sight
Leaping in the air
Hand open and almost ... almost touching
I want to capture the butterfly
In my open hand
Cup it in the cave of my heart
Gaze through like a peep hole to beauty
But the butterfly will get away
Maybe I won't capture the butterfly
Maybe I will open my hand instead
Hold it up to the sky
And wait for my butterfly
Yes, wait for my butterfly ...
~ Michelle Gamble
A child chasing a butterfly
fingers fluttering
wings out of grasp
I want to chase butterflies
A woman skipping, butterfly in sight
Leaping in the air
Hand open and almost ... almost touching
I want to capture the butterfly
In my open hand
Cup it in the cave of my heart
Gaze through like a peep hole to beauty
But the butterfly will get away
Maybe I won't capture the butterfly
Maybe I will open my hand instead
Hold it up to the sky
And wait for my butterfly
Yes, wait for my butterfly ...
~ Michelle Gamble
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