Butterfly Flight

 Flitting from flower to flower,

Chasing color in the sunlight,

Smelling the flowers.

I sit on a shoulder, my wings slowly fanning.

A hand runs to capture me, but

I fly away.

Pinching fingers reach for me, 

I flee.

Freely flying for my life.

Another still, soft shoulder.

I relax, moving my wings ever so slowly.

A voice speaks to me in soft tones.

I drift asleep believing

 I found comfort on this shoulder.

I whisper

“I will stay with you. Don’t try to own me.”

The shoulder gently moves

And stands.

I panic and fly away.

Then I hear in the wind,

“I just wanted to walk. . . with you”

The wind blows me further away.. .