Butterfly Dream

Flitting about and wafting on air, Tethered to earth by ethereal string, I watch you come and then disappear So much like a dream on a wing. You come to visit each sunny day And I mark your course from bloom to bloom. I miss you the days you stay away When the sky is sad and full of gloom. I fancied once I might capture you And cage you tight so you would remain. The very next time you came into view I stole upon you down the garden lane. It was there I grabbed you with a clumsy hand And held you tight with an unsure grasp. You escaped my hold with fluttery demand As I felt my confidence slowly lapse. I stood dejected as off you flew To vanish away in the empty sky. The only proof I ever held you Was the remaining dust of wing tip dye.