the dream of the butterfly
when i was a butterfly
i floated with the best of them
from country meadow
to urban garden
my world an eternal adventure
of technicolor and sound
when i was a butterfly
children chased me with their nets
but my keen instincts
evaded their hopes
of ever capturing the beauty
forever felt in their hearts
when i was a butterfly
every day was like a dream
of first impressions
repeating themselves
toward an expanding evolution
of psychedelic freedom
january two thousand thirteen
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jdubqca 
Butterflies are reminders that beauty is ephemeral and happiness is experienced best in short bursts~ Great reminder!
I like that notion, thanks Lola!
A butterfly is always a great inspiration, isn’t it? lovely..especially their connection to the children..
i agree entirely 🙂
If I was a butterfly I’d be bright orange – don’t know why – just would 🙂 nice poem JDubya 🙂
That’s a good color for a butterfly! Thanks for stopping by my friend!
When I was younger I thought of myself as a fly trapped inside a car. Wondered often if I would crash at the rear window if the car started moving while I was was flying steady. hahaha
Silly me! You reminded me of those silly moments with this poem!
yes, that is exactly it.
Loved the last stanza..a stand-alone 🙂
thank you so much Diana…a central theme in my thinking
Lovely poem. Enjoyed the work. Especially last two lines of middle stanza “of ever capturing the beauty/ forever felt in their hearts”, this needs delicate insight!!! Kudos.
Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed this piece.