In days of youthful heady daze <br />I'd follow butterflies <br />and run through dewy reeds and fields <br />and hum sweet lullabies <br /> <br />And when I caught a butterfly <br />and touched its gold-flecked dust <br />I did not dare to think or care <br />it's frail life might be crushed <br /> <br />When summer rain drenched hair and clothes <br />I'd dance without my shoes <br />and often sought a rainbow's end <br />with colors to amuse <br /> <br />Now I am old and have regrets <br />from my foolhardy youth <br />those rainbows and fair butterflies <br />show me a fearsome truth <br /> <br />The beauty of a butterfly <br />can not be held or touched <br />nor can the rainbow play of light <br />be captured or be clutched <br /> <br />How painful was the loss of love <br />when I held on so tight <br />to a most treasured soul who fled <br />and left me in the night <br /> <br />How fleeting is the thrill enjoyed <br />in trapping what must soar <br />no one can hold it very long <br />or capture anymore <br /> <br />In days of youthful heady daze <br />I'd follow butterflies <br />and run through dewy reeds and fields <br />and hum sweet lullabies.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rainbows-and-butterflies-3/
