The day I caught the butterfly
I do not know on whose behest,
It yours or mine or ours the quest?
To feed upon this nectars seem
And feel the valid of this dream.
I swear I do not know the true,
A fantasy, or really you?
Did I capture the butterfly,
Or was the butterfly just I?
Alas, I've caught this dream this cast.
But on the very edge of last.
And once again I'll spin the thread,
Cocoon back to the living dead.
To dream once more with inner eye,
To dream I caught my butterfly.
To spawn once more a cast come true.
To dawn once more the real of you.
God grant the muse come true again,
And I care not how, where, or when.