Thanks for watching. Bye.
You might wake up some morning
to the sound of something moving
past your window in the wind.
And if you're quick enough to rise,
you'll catch the fleeting glimpse
of someone's fading shadow.
You may see the floating motion
Of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
Running through an open meadow
it's only me pursuing something
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder,
I chase the bright elusive butterfly
You might have heard my footsteps
echo softly in the distance
through the canyons of your mind.
I might have even called your name
You might have seen me running
Through the long abandoned ruins
of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
followed close by, heavy breathing
It's only me pursuing something
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder,
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.
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