Butterfly, Butterfly

By Aussie

Butterfly, Butterfly,
flying high so in the sky
I see you soar so temptingly
and wish so much that mine you’d be

but when I jump and try to fly
to catch up with you in the sky
my fall to earth—it makes me cry
that hope is dead—please, that’s a lie!

oh, Butterfly, could I ask why
when once you tried to pass me by
I caught you with your wings held wide
but in my hands your heartbeat died

why, Butterfly, why?

Author’s note: A lot of people read this poem (Butterfly, Butterfly) once or twice, and give me a smile and say, “That’s cute,” but don’t realize that this is one of my favorite and “deepest” poems. If you don’t know why I wrote it and what I’m really talking about, you’re going to miss the whole point completely. Hint: The poem is really not about butterflies (sorry, little floating creatures).