...."chasing Butterflies" ~

Gazing upon the firefly hovering and then, whisking away amid blithe ~

Luminescent wings sweeping such ponderings; aside

Illuminating sunlit prisms within these, countless hues....

Waters washing times carved boulders as they journey toward the sea

Soon to be met by Spring tide melding and together they shall be ~

Centuries softly whispering into my ears; Half Dome, calling towards the heavens

Adorned in Her coat of virgin snow and oh, how spectacular She seems 

Eyes which beckon to close aneath these, thresholds dreams....

Darkened lashes dividing unto such opulent spheres of sight 
Visions crossing the tangible temporal tides as wings that soar ~

Meeting a Silvertail Hawk amid the tree top wherein, She smiles at myself

Set upon athenaeums assemblage swelling through my soul....

Taken to flight this warmth of the quatorial sky, now kissing Her lips

Assimilation pouring from the tips; ambrosias heartbeat ~

Pulsation; as that of a baby whom cries whilst reaching for the stars

Welcome to existence this, breath of life....

Reverberating jewels of wisdom to be given; these pearls of light

Silently peering beyond the chromatic firefly; fluttering reflections as prisms inside ~

Half Dome dressed in Her virgins white, pristine smile; beautiful

Luminescent whisperings and Spring tide thresholds 

Mother nature and Father times, ions of love now, entwined

Euphorias waters of verdant making their way towards the sea and, into the child

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...."Chasing Butterflies" ~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Palmer Avatar
March 12, 2011 at 1:38 PM
Mmmm, thank you for your comments on my poem John ... much appreciated ... never ceases to amaze me how poetry is "read" by the perceiver. The original vision on penning loses it's importance to the perceiver's. Life's messages go round and round .... impressioning those who need it most, which reminds me of a question ... seems you are sought ? ...
Pettit Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 1:11 PM
Your chosen words beat the lyrics to "Elusive Butterfly" by Bob Lind by miles. This is pervasively descriptive.
Fraser Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 10:17 AM
What a beautiful title John, followed by the most lovliest of poems. You've written quite a piece here Mr Rhinem. Have a wonderful weekend....:)
Haick Avatar
January 12, 2011 at 2:56 PM
"Chasing Butterflies"...now this reminds me of gone by days, chasing butterflies in the fields, but I am sure that the your wonderful poem runs deeper than this delightful title, John. Beautiful! Hope you're having a great day. Love, Annalise
Daza Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 1:18 PM
I enjoy this poem very much , I love butterflies and your descriptions are so sweet, you have really good imagination.
Puddifoot Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 4:59 PM
some truly beautiful phrases within this lovely poem, excellent as always ~ smile ~
Wilson Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 3:35 PM
beautifully expressed John..love,Deb
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