Fleeting joy, so momentary
Forever and a Dream
to my Butterfly Princess
The sheerest of dreams became so real,
A shiver cold did strike my heart.
‘Knew life, God, love would see us part,
Adrift once more to merely dream –
– what gossamer bliss might yet have been.
And as she readies to spread her wings,
As surely as sure as dust,
She must ..
All that now, I fear, remains;
To sway my mind
And only see,
This, here now,
and then set free,
Give thanks for these inspired moments,
this everlasting fleeting glimpse;
this most precious of joys
right here with me.
So clear and fresh and soul-transcending,
Yet clay-like too – so very real.
In a wink of an eye, dissolved for once;
My ancient deepest sorrow.
Yet in my truest heart I know
Your Cherubim smile,
Those seasonal whispers,
My splendid Princess Butterfly
– could not contain nor rest to remain
And leaves me here, while boundless, free
So fearful we may not sustain
Our tender bliss past this sweet morrow.