On Velvet Wings

I followed her flutter on velvet wings
Entrapped by beauty in a floral dream
Her flight to destiny made in sweet grace
While my clumsy legs stumble in the chase
With ease, she traversed the babbling stream
And I am left behind to think on things
But does it matter on this grassy verge
Where my senses and dreams begin to merge
I see my butterfly in the distance
I can but watch her fly; she’s out of reach
In beauty, I see nature’s existence
The wonder of all the Earth gave for free
A moment of thought, a butterfly’s flight
Inside my heart I can feel liberty


© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Dutch Sonnet