Butterflies

We move in this life of dreams  
Moments speak, everything  
The spirits of the winds  
Plants, animals, trees
   
Connections  
Bridges  
Some stones fallen  
Memories pool  
In the ripples below  
   
I saw a butterfly that day  
Small, orange, slowly wing  
Only to land on the handle  
Beside where I stood  
I watched, it waited  
I slowly drew close my finger  
It fluttered, not far  
And following slowly  
It landed on my hand  
   
No one noticed, just I  
Alone with this butterfly  
Connections not chances  
   
Romance  
Creativity  
Metamorphosis  
   
Here in someplace distant  
Someplace new  
   
I saw her the first day just the briefest of moments  
T-shirt and blue jeans, blonde hair pulled back in a bun  
Blue eyes  
I knew. She knew.    
There's a way eyes trail in passing glances  
Lingering fire  
   
I want to recapture golden  
Lightning in a jar  
The myth I believed, everything  
Not the truth of who we are  
   
Some moments are everything  
In the scatter of our lives  
Some moments, some places, some people  
Sometimes stars align