Chase a Yellow Poem

I caught a yellow poem in my hands, and it fluttered like a frighten flock of butterfly wings Spreading its yellow bright wings, Then gliding across a sea of gold, we landed gently as a ripple on the pond If yellow is the brightest color in the rainbow, then, let me chase a yellow poem -- through your candlelight If we land with both feet on the ground, I wonder, why we could not catch a yellow butterfly smile today