Butterflies
My thoughts flit around
Like butterflies
On gossamer wings
Soaring on currents
Of glorious memories
Only to descend steeply
Into melancholy valleys
Pausing on a flower of love
To drink your heady nectar
Till it is time to move on
To lands unknown
And gardens unseen
To fly is to keep living
For thoughts want to be free
Like butterflies
On gossamer wings.