Elusive Butterfly

(Bob Lind)



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.



Out on the new horizon

You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings

And if the sleep has left your ears

You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow.



Don't be concerned it will not harm you

It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of

Across my dreams with nets of wonder

I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.



You might have heard my footsteps

Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind

I might have even called your name

As I ran searching after something to believe in.



You might have seen me running

Through the long abandonned ruins of the dreams you left behind

If you remember something there

That glided past you followed close by heavy breathing.



Don't be concerned it will not harm you

It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of

Across my dreams with nets of wonder

I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love...