His Elusive Butterfly


She came to play for the summertime –

but never meant to stay.

For this lovely butterfly,

it was just her way.

Never to let anyone,

clip her wings

or keep her from flying high,

into a clear, blue sky.

her daydreams giving her wings.

He thought that perhaps,

he’d find a way,

to tell her all that he felt

and that there was time,

to combine the love of rhyme,

all that he felt in his heart

and she’d smile loving him too,

but the summer days drifted along

and he had the pleasure

of dancing to their favorite song.

Moonlit nights

meant for dreaming,

her hand in his and her contented sigh.

Dare he hope or was that just the sight

of the moon and the stars,

that made her tenderly smile

or love for him all the while.

He had a dream,

where their footprints,

side by side,

went along the seashore.

Then suddenly she dashed,

dancing among the waves

and when he looked,

there was only one set of footprints,

stretching along the beach.

Many a sunrise they cheered in together

and many a sunset

with a campfire on the beach

and a bottle of wine.

He could forget that the time,

was coming to an end,

if it wasn’t for the butterfly,

that landed on his arm.

He saw that this colorful butterfly,

was slower than it had been,

when summer was new

and soon this butterfly will have flown.

He saw the restless way she acted

and knew that she was going to leave.

He still wondered what made her,

want a summer love –

but to leave nothing behind.

It was then that he opened his heart and soul

and told her all that was inside.

How he had not wanted to –

but had fallen in love.

It was with great joy,

that he saw her smile.

Deep in her heart,

he was her first real love,

but she had bridges to burn

and doors to close behind.

His elusive butterfly,

looked at him tenderly

and said that she had to fly,

but that he was the first,

that had brought her such joy

and that she would be back

before the first silvery snowflakes began to fall.


About RasmaSandra

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to His Elusive Butterfly

  1. Ephemeral magic.
    I am glad that he didn’t constrain her…

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