flight for now

your heart sheds tears to me

never for me

as if i were your psychiatrist

of love

wise in the ways of your wanting

though absent from the joys 

you feel lost

listen...

i once chased a butterfly for an hour

hoping it would remain free

dancing there with me

letting it land in my hand

and know me

because the moon knows

and the stars know

and this butterfly knows

that though free and skittish

and uncommitted

our love is never lost

but aloft on butterfly wings.

douglas brent smith