When faced with moments of despair, I try
To picture when we climbed a lofty peak,
And there became intimate with the sky,
Discovering the secrets all souls seek.
When I thirst for happiness, I recall
The time we drank from an alpine fountain,
And I am cleansed of all that makes me sad.
In moments of self-doubt, when I feel small,
I think of when we stood on a mountain,
And wished for nothing more than what we had.
Am I the product of all that I sense -
Just fantasy, and nothing more intense?
Or is there a more refined conception,
Of which I lack a means of perception?
One enchanted moment of paradise
Arrived in my mind one bright afternoon,
Wrought by some supernatural device
That sent my spirit into a deep swoon.
Would that I could purchase there forever -
Transcendental reality capture,
And hold it in a never-failing clasp!
Henceforth, let bliss be my true endeavor,
With adamant claims to total rapture,
A dispensation of dreams in my grasp!
I am content with earthly enterprise,
But I look e’er to the opposing shore,
In hope that eternity may arise
Per my expectations of something more.
I’m a butterfly.
I don’t know why.
From flower to flower I flitter and fly.
Each bloom I kiss; each nectar I try.
I drink my fill then float on by.
I’m a butterfly
Till the day I die.
