i watch you ride
the soft breeze,
allowing it to let you
float away in momentary
oblivion, in fleeting bliss
a slight smile on your lips
gloriously reveling
in the freedom the wind
brings as it takes you
up, then down again
below, then lets you rise again

as if in trance
i look on as you dance
uninhibited, not a care
you are enjoying the attention,
i could almost swear
go on, frolic
in the warm glow
let the gale carry you
just let it all flow. . .

pretty little butterfly,
with your delicate wing
i see you flutter
from flower to flower
choosing the finest, the sweetest
then you take your pick
and settle on the soft petals
seemingly contented. . .

how long will you stay
perched this time?

and, as if, you heard me
all of a sudden you stop
resting on that lovely branch
you prepare to take flight,
in one fluid motion
you are afloat again,
one with the breeze again,
will you ever come my way once more?

you might. . .
but then again, you just might not

so i'll just watch you
soar and fall with
the wind on your back
and when you are too far away
for me to catch a glimpse
i'll slowly walk the other way
i'll bid farewell. . .