Chasing the Butterfly

Today I chased a pretty butterfly, but unfortunately I am, oh, so much older,
When I could not keep up the pace, it touched down on someone else's shoulder;
Time can be like a faithful friend, but all too often it becomes your mortal foe,
It can pass you by like lightning, or when waiting can transpire far too slow.

So I stop to rest from the pursuit, and I reflect on our recent time gone-by,
How I never should have let you go, denying my feelings and didn't even try;
Just know the time that I've spent away, and the time that we've been apart,
Increases the love I feel for you, and fills more of the emptiness in my heart.

All those times we shared have been special, they will always be a part of me,
Those times of exceeding joy and bliss, to which your presence was always key;
So please remember I am with you forever, and nothing is ever left to chance,
You purchased my heart and soul that day, when we danced our very first dance.

While I watch you from across the meadow, vowing to await that joyous tomorrow,
Come the tears to travel down my cheek, and for a moment I succumb to the sorrow;
Allowing the heat in my chest to burn, and consume my heart with its painful fire,
Knowing your happiness was always to be first, the reasoning behind my desire.

Now I turn and slowly walk away, to face this world that feels a tiny bit colder,
When suddenly I stop and pause, feeling a familiar presence upon my shoulder;
I need not look for I know it's you, and there is no longer that need for me to cry,
And we cross that meadow by the sea together, the sly old fox and his butterfly.

Fox

© April 2002