chasing my heart...

     
     
You fill my days with such pleasure in stride.      
I opt for the golf course, off my beaten path      
of stream and hike, I knew I was going the right way      
as I saw the white butterfly, I kissed you there, and heard a love lily sigh,      
     
and on the road, I was imagining the cobblestone      
felt under my feet back in old New Orleans; my cathedral      
high on the jonquils winding through the trees and bridges      
that ran in blossom, the loveliness anew, with a reflection of peace      
over the water surrounded by the stone pillows that let you unwind,      
     
then hidden from view, so suddenly appeared, I started chasing      
the beautiful creature of the timber, but he wouldn’t let me catch him,      
I look down at my camera to set the view, he flew, one, two,      
three trees over,  then he was gone to nowhere,  leaving me his echoes        
     
I wind on and follow.   It was beautiful, and just as my thought      
touched your lips again,  the yellow butterfly appeared just as kin      
to the wonderful booty in the meadow.        
I thought it was special when I only found four of them;  the golf balls,        
2 whites and 2 yellows.   I walked on satisfied in your presence,      
then my eyes hit the field over the hill  where butterflies were flying, I ran    
as a dandelion strewn to the wind to carry them....I brought home 26 golf balls.