In days of youthful heady daze
I'd follow butterflies
and run through dewy reeds and fields
and hum sweet lullabies
And when I caught a butterfly
and touched its gold-flecked dust
I did not dare to think or care
it's frail life might be crushed
When summer rain drenched hair and clothes
I'd dance without my shoes
and often sought a rainbow's end
with colors to amuse
Now I am old and have regrets
from my foolhardy youth
those rainbows and fair butterflies
show me a fearsome truth
The beauty of a butterfly
can not be held or touched
nor can the rainbow play of light
be captured or be clutched
How painful was the loss of love
when I held on so tight
to a most treasured soul who fled
and left me in the night
How fleeting is the thrill enjoyed
in trapping what must soar
no one can hold it very long
or capture anymore
In days of youthful heady daze
I'd follow butterflies
and run through dewy reeds and fields
and hum sweet lullabies.
Another great poem. I like your style (it's a lot like mine) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound and captivating, 'how painful was the loss of love when I held on so tight', only someone who has endured great loss could express it in such terms, 'how fleeting is the thrill enjoyed in trapping what must soar', Liilia, this is an amazing work of art, hugs across the ocean :)