I Am The Butterfly

~~I touched your face, on a breeze, but drifted on past
I rested a while and thought again

I would go back and explore what I felt
It was pure, soft and pleasure

I fluttered on the wind , the way I had journeyed to here
You sat, so still, so pensive

I reached your space and sat by you, on the wall
You did not notice my explosion of colour and frailty

I gathered my flight and rested, so soft on your knee
You looked at me in wonder, would you attempt to touch me?

You did not, for you knew I would take flight
We shared things together in peace

Seeing each other for what we are.....
Timeless creations of beauty