Chasing Butterflies

“Chasing Butterflies”

Smooth wooden handle

Netting tattered, frayed

Flick er ing candle

Fleeting sun-touched ray

Wings golden honey

Lucent not opaque

Flutter toward sunny

Shadows on the lake

Step into frigid

Useless net in hand

Body cold rigid

Hour glass missing sand

Mason jar open

Tempting sugar treat

Praying an hope’ in

Come in take a seat

Wait, he is coming

Ready with my net

Swish, miss it’s numbing

I begin to fret

Run around around

Too soon out of breadth

Nowhere to be found

Left with only death

Sit sob primal scream

Exhausted, now breathe

Feel his gentle beam

His light does not leave

Whispers soft spoken

Smiles his gently way

You are not broken

Believe when I say

Our minds are entwined

Our footsteps in sync

Our paths are aligned

Our lives ever linked

Look for the starfish

Lying on the shore

Stars without a wish

Hopeless, tattered, tore

Come ‘on get moving

We have lives to save

Walt’s Waltz’s is grooving

Three beats on a stave

So this is my answer

Echoes to my heart

Butterfly dancer

You’re my light in dark

~ susan fischer crooks